Saturday, June 29, 2013
My Inaugural Address at the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead
MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD Alvin Miller http://www.angelfire.com/crazy/spaceman/ My Inaugural Address as TXT here My Inaugural Address as DOC here ISBN 1449927432 EAN-13 9781449927431 (Leave a Review at: https://www.createspace.com/Preview/1062701) Order at: https://www.createspace.com/3413807 Or Order at: http://www.amazon.com/Inaugural-Address-Great-Throne- Judgment/dp/1449927432 Object 1 Object 2 Search the full text of this book © 2009 by Alvin Miller (All rights reserved) EAN-13 9781449927431 LC Class BT823. M56 2009 OCLC No. 49632860 Amazon Standard Id. No.: 1449927432 TOPICS Preface MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD Introducing Myself Search Books I'm the Captain! The Joke The Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead Online Image 1: Me on The Great White Throne (and I don't mean the toilet!) Image 2: Amazulu 'Excitable' Video - Nutty Fruitcake Image 3: Leonardo Da Vinci 'Creation of Adam' Finger of God Image 4: 'E.T.' Finger Image 5: 'E.T.' Finger. Boy Fascinated (Frozen into Stone Statue) Image 6: Hypnotized (Frozen into Stone Statue) T he Taboo Image 7: 'Surrogates' (2009) Doll Image 8: 'Surrogates' (2009) Fairy Bowling White Armband Image 9: White Armband Signs Image 10: Bosch's Wages of Sin Instant Prophet The Witches My Favorite Sport Image 11: 'Weird Science' (1985) Barbie Doll Sex Toy/Robot Conjured by Horny Nerds Image 12: 'Men who Stare at Goats' (2009) - Bowled Over! Image 13: Repeat: 'Surrogates' Doll Image 14: Repeat: 'Surrogates' Fairy Bowling Image 15 Clown Pratfall - Slip Sliding Away! All Fall Down! Image 16: 'FlashForward' TV Fairy Bowling. All Fall Down! Defeating the Whore of Babylon Image 17: Castrating Medusa's head with Writhing Phallic Snakes Turns Men into Stone Statues and is Herself Frozen Image 18: Romantics - 'Talking in Your Sleep' Video - Tending Our Herd (Dolls Asleep - Hypnotized Under Our Spell) Image 19: Cattle Cars. This Way to the Gas! Getting You to Change Your Bedroom Behavior I M ust Rule! I mage 20: The R eal Secret Rapture! I'm a Fairy – In Fact, the King of the Fairies! Image 21: Typical Fairy (Such As Me) Image 22: Madonna and Child My Princess Bride (My Sleeping Beauty) Image 23: 'The Wizard of Oz' - Smoke and Mirrors (Compare with Image 1) Image 24: 'Heroes' TV: 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' Peter Goes Nuclear! Image 25: 'Li'l Abner' Clown/Joker Jerry Lewis Goes Nuclear (Rigid) over Bombshell Doll 'Stupefyin' Jones (= Turned to Stone) Image 26: Harp Playing Angel/Leg Pull Clown Harpo Struck Dumb, Goes Nuclear and Sounds His Angel Trumpet over Bombshell Dolls! The Jesus You Never Knew Leaving the Fleshpots Image 27: 'The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari' Subject under a Spell (Hypnotized) Your Household Image 28: Bosch's Hell Instant Proof You're in Hell Cities The Tarot Cards Image 29: The Fool Image 30: The Tower of Babel Image 31: The King of the World Image 32: The Hanged Man Image 33: What Would Jesus Do? 'Halo' Light T he R eal Story of the World Trade Center Attack, t he Tower of Babel for this World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western Civilization) Image 34: Osama Bin Laden's Silver Fairy Seeds Image 35: 'The Brain from Planet Arous' - Sex Fiend Madman Cackles To Greet the New Golden Age of the Returning Gods - New Jerusalem Descending to Earth! Image 36: TIMETABLE Image 37: 10,000 Year World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western Civilization) Image 38: Jay Weidner's Tetrahededral Hyperdimensional Double Cone Time Vortex Image 39: Double Cone Time Vortex Image 40: The Tower of Babel Image 41: Inception (2010) - Conflagration - Sky Vanishing Like a Scroll Being Rolled Up! Image 42: Inception (2010) - The World Turned Upside Down! All Fall Down! Image 43: A Secret Rapture Prophecy? William Blake's Writhing 'Whirlwind of Lovers' in Hell (Dante's 'Inferno') Business Legal Reform Tax Reform The Illegal Aliens All Aboard My Time Machine! Image 44:'Rocky Horror Picture Show'- 'Let's Do the Time Warp Again' Image 45: My Gliding Swan Fairy Boat/Heavenly Throne Perch/Aerial Car/Chariot Crashs and Burns! (God = Me Down to Earth) Twinkle Town Image 46: Weird Science' (1985) Barbie Doll Sex Toy/Robot Conjured by Horny Nerds Image 47: Rainbow Painted Phallic Noah's Ark Spaceship (Seed to the Future) Image 48: Young Future Doll I Repeatedly Bathe in My Green Alien Slime Via My TV! Image 49: Magician/Juggler Tarot Card (Me) Image 50: Trickster/Huckster/Magician Johhny Carson Steals A Smooch from His Stacked Bombshell Doll Assistant (Carol Wayne) Image 51: The Last Airbender - Weather Image 52: The Last Airbender - Pie Fight! Image 53: Pie Fight! The Economic Collapse (the Great Tribulation) To the Heads of State in the Far East Science Conclusion Image 54: Kate Bush – 'Cloudbusting' Video Image 55: Dead 'Alien' Film Space Gunner (Compare with Prior Image of Reich's (Phallic) Space Gun!) Image 56: Kate Bush – 'Experiment 4' Video - Madman Raptures Out his Psychiatrists! All Fall Down! Megadeath! Image 57: FlashForward TV Finale. All Fall Down! (Compare with Prior Image where Madman Raptures Out his Psychiatrists!) Appendix: The Secret Rapture Appendix: From Norman O. Brown's CLOSING TIME Appendix: Led Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven' Bibliography Image 58: Interesting Portrait of Norman O. Brown Image 59: The Rapture/Ascension/Global Blackout Image 60: Dolls I Abduct(Suck Up) to My Saucer! = Raptured Out by Me! Beam me up, Scotty! Image 61: Whoosh! Snatched! The Secret Rapture I mage 62: The R eal Secret Rapture! Image 63: What Would Jesus Do? Halo Light Image 64: Human Cannonball (Me) Shot From Gun at the Circus Finale (The End of the World) PREFACE Return to Topics Important note: Read my 1986 book (at http://www.angelfire.com/crazy/spaceman/alien.html before you read this. Also, if you read this online, you will see some pictures you will otherwise miss. '♪ 'There must be some way out of here,' said the joker to the thief' – Bob Dylan, 'All Along The Watchtower', creatively misheard by Norman O. Brown as 'joker to the priest.' 'Armageddon outta here!' - Bruce Almighty 'Whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad.' 'To seduce the world to madness' (Norman O. Brown) 'Man is maniac' (Brown) 'Resisting madness can be the maddest way of being mad.' (Brown) 'We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do' (The Animals) No one gets out of here alive! What follows is a rough draft transcript (subject to change when I actually give it) of my inaugural address (presumably in Washington, D.C.?) before global television at the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead, after I have raptured out billions! - corpses laying on the ground - my fairy dump - rabbits running in the ditch. Megadeath! My Cleansing/Culling/Planetary Enema of the Earth in My Conflagration at World's End! Feel free to believe what I've set down here are the ravings of a madman, because that is precisely what they are! I have assembled this book in a series of vignettes. Norman O. Brown, my mentor, used a similar technique. It has been said of Brown's later books, 'They are largely a dazzling, nonlinear patische of fragments and quotations from different writers which Brown has made his own and, whatever the source, one can assume the voice is that of Brown'. Neither Brown nor I are creative or original thinkers, and both are well aware of our limited competency. We both collect/assemble familiar ideas in novel ways to provide a new perspective. You'll find I use terminology that may seem alien to Christianity: ghosts, wizards, witches and fairies. Part of the problem that the King James Bible mistranslated the word sorcery referring to potions. This is strictly adult material. This is off limits to children, and this means you! I'm dealing with two perspectives here: that of the present, but also the point after I have raptured everyone out. If your jaw didn't drop when you read my 1986 book, I 1000% guarantee it will drop now!( ) I repeat my annoyance at you 'Christians' who have repeatedly attacked my site. Jesus prophesied that all prophets must get stoned. Your scurrilous, underhanded attacks prove what you really are – Pharisees who observe the letter of the Law, but not the Spirit. You are shortly going to be rewarded by your Master for your faithful service! Don't shoot the messenger! Get a life and stop giving me trouble! You know that if you faced me in a one on one debate, I would wipe you out! If you are angry at what I say, simply vent at my guestbook with specific criticisms. You may feel this is a spoof or hoax and laugh. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not! I've set my timebomb ticking over Sodom! So, finally, it all begins next Topic! MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD Return to Topics Introducing Myself Return to Topics (The time is midnight E.S.T. I stand before global television to explain my rapturing out billions. I made the broadcast at the midnight hour (a time of special insight for Christians) to help prevent the possibility that any children would see this, although in different time zones around the world children are up). Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm addressing you from Washington, D.C., the political capital of Hell. I have descended here to the pit of Hell to address you. Before I begin, I want to insist that no children view this broadcast. This is off limits to anyone under 12 years old. Leave the room, and go to bed! This Adult Education. You will find that I talk fast in nearly inaudible whisperings, that I change the subject frequently, and in general it will come across as the incoherent gibberish and ravings of a madman. It's brain salad surgery. But I have all my ducks in a row. You'll wake up tomorrow morning and go 'what did he say?' You'll try to remember, but you'll have a hard time. I urge you to record this address and to watch it several times, as each time you'll pick up more. You'll notice that I will be talking a lot about myself this evening. This is because the more you know about where I'm coming from, the better off you'll be. Let me formally introduce myself. You've seen me before, but now I'm going to reveal who I really am. Have you ever seen a ghost? Have you ever seen a spook? Now you can say you've seen a ghost. I'm the Ghost with the Most. I'm the Whispering Ghost. I'm the Whistling Skull. I'm the Space Ghost: The Space Ghost (Me) You have seen many ghosts. My colleagues are on practically every street corner in every city around the world, ranting and raving and spouting gibberish. When you look at me you'll see that I have no eyes - empty sockets instead (waving my hand in front of my face). '♪ Jeepers! Creepers! Where did you get those eyes? Gosh all git up! How'd they get so lit up? - How they hypnotize!' We space aliens are starry eyed, and have an eye contact problem. Note many native men have such poor eye contact. ' ♪ You said you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp , but know you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes ' You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you (Bob Dylan) ' ♪ eyes without a face (reversal – face without eyes!) Got no human grace your eyes without a face.' (Billy Idol) I am an Invisible Man. There is no person here, never has been and never will be. You are looking at a total vacuum. There is nothing here - only empty air. When you look at me you see no person - you are looking directly at my Id - my seething, bubbling unconscious. Brown calls the unconcious a 'cauldron of seething excitement.' And most people find it highly disturbing to look on the face of the Lord, my face. We shamans prefer to wear masks to hide it. In fact, I'm a raving lunatic, and this insanity I have is a deadly poison. Most of my fellow mad people are bottom feeders. With this disease, we are incompetent to keep ourselves together, and we fall to the bottom, with many becoming homeless, committing suicide or drugging themselves into oblivion. It makes us into total misfits. DOAs - Dead on Arrival. Jesus, a poor Jewish peasant, was a bottom feeder also. When you're on the bottom, you look up at all the socalled leaders, and you know that all of them are the wrong people. Joyce says, 'Lowest basemeant in hystry!' As Jesus said, 'Thou hast hidden these things from sages and men of discernment, and hast unveiled them to babes .' If you have ears to hear, Jesus was himself also mad. The gods must be crazy! Jesus was very sensitive to natural disasters, because, like them, as a madman he was walking dynamite liable to explode at a moment's notice with all the force of an earthquake (a walking timebomb). Jesus was a piece of human waste – human garbage. And so am I. A significant number of theologians, and I also, believe Jesus was a bastard. Jews thought he was the bastard son (mamser) of a Roman centurion. The idea of virgin birth arose because an Old Testament scripture was mistranslated. We, the gods, live in a parallel universe right next door to this one – the Other World/hyperdimension right in front of you. I stepped through the looking glass on my mission. According to the Doors,'♪ Break on through to the other side.' Just like Jesus, I am here to serve. I don't want you to worship me. You don't have to believe a thing I say. Believe what you want. For example, you may believe I'm the Antichrist, which I deny. But believe what you want. Your beliefs don't concern me. I'm here to straighten out your behavior, specifically, as you will see, your behavior in the bedroom. That is the special mission I'm on. When you see me, you've seen the Father. 'Every eye shall see Him' (global TV). 'There can be only One.' according to the movie 'Highlander' and my 1986 Chosen One 'prophesy'. Both Jesus and I are in fact wizards (all the magic and 'miracles' he did, any competent Hindu fakir (= faker) can do). I am the second most powerful wizard that has ever walked the face of this earth. Jesus is better than me for two reasons. Jesus was working in his thirties, half my age. He has me beat, because his member would come up better than mine. I'm twice the age he was when he was preaching, and mine doesn't come up like it used to. Also, he had sharp wit and eloquence and always said the right thing. By contrast, I tend to ramble (the gibbering of the mad I mutter). You have met your maker. You object that you see nothing but a lunatic standing here. But, I, God, did make you in the following sense. I set the rules for you to live by – the Ten Commandments and the Sermon on the Mount. If you disobey my rules and go to Hell, as always, I get my willie working below my belt and rapture you devils out. It was always ambiguous about who would be raptured out. Would it be the Elect or would it be the Lost? The answer is both! Anybody and everybody that I could remove I wanted gone. 'Then shall two be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left.' You who are Left Behind that I am addressing are the same mix as those I removed. Who was right: The Catholics with no rapture or the Fundamentalists? The answer is that neither was! We did have the rapture, but it was simply me laying out as many corpses as I could. As they say, 'God (me) rains on the just and the unjust alike.' Every one I raptured, including the Fundamentalists went nowhere except to their graves, becoming wormfood. My planet is in emergency mode, with billions of you devils running around destroying it. I'm getting ready to give you the Judgment. I wash my hands of you a la Pontius Pilate! I would like nothing better that to stick the lot of you devils is a gas chamber and slam the door shut! Once again, I, Victor Frankenstein, declare another botched laboratory experiment. I have to remove you, so I can start over again with a new Adam and Eve. Get off my planet, you devils! This way to the gas, ladies and gentlemen! Hitler's 'showers' were unconsciously the slime I rain down from my Heavenly perch (Great White Throne)! Get off my planet! I've had it with you! In many ways, you Remnant (the Left Behind) who will go through the Great Tribulation are worse off than those I removed. 'And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sits on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb.' '♪ All I need is a TV-show, that and the radio Down on my luck again, down on my luck again I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life It's driving me mad just another way of passing the day - - You're just another face that I know from the TV-show I have known you for so very long, I feel you like a friend Can't you do anything for me, can I touch you for a while Can I meet you another day and we can fly away - - Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again (floodgates of Heaven I open to rain slime!) Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again - -' (my multiple Rapture) (Phil Collins) You are made in my image. 'Let us make man in our image.' (plural) This simply means that you don't have to live with continuous mental and physical pain that we mad people - specifically the gods - feel every day from sunup to sundown every second of our lives. I'm an involuntary witness – 'Can I get a witness?' What I have is contagious, infectious and deadly. Don't come close to me! Let sleeping dogs lie! The Wolf Man was lucky, because he shape-shifted only once a month at the full moon. I, by contrast, shape-shift all day long from second to second. I melt down and reform myself into a another person regularly (that's what it is to be a ghost). If I get around anyone, involuntarily, I form myself into a duplicate of them. Part of the power I possess is to temporarily pass on to you the continual pain I feel (Mass Psychosis - the correct name for what is known in Fundie circles as the Secret Rapture - see my 1986 book). The source of the pain we mad people feel is you with all the evil deeds you do. When you do your evil deeds, we are put into pain - (breaking in to the weird voice of the Shadow: 'Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!)' 'Return to Sender!' 'What goes around comes around!' 'Right back at ya!' Fight fire with fire! Jesus, the Man of Constant Sorrow, the Suffering Servant, took on the cross the sins of the world. Similarly, the Greek god Atlas took the world on his shoulder.'♪ Everyday with You, Lord is sweeter than the day before'. We mad people are here to help remove the pain of everyday life. For a while, you get to walk in my shoes. And when you do so, you drop dead in your tracks - it's my deadly blessing! (I start singing the rock song) '♪ I got the power! I got the power!' (by Rainbow). Indeed, I do have the power, and it's is a deadly poison! Out of all the millions of mad people on the planet right now, probably less than a handful possess all the powers I have. Madness is incurable, and there is a progressive deterioration. I am at the final stages of a fatal disease. My brain has melted into goo, and I'm in continuous physical pain. Jesus, of course, had the same affliction. Again, the gods must be crazy! Mad people such as I are instantly and permanently into the mystic, but not by choice. There have been numerous highly evolved spiritual beings on this planet, but madness is a cheap and easy way to instantly get to the mystic. Such people can develop psi powers such as the power to spin objects (psychokinesis). Occult powers are often vilified as 'sludge' because they dip into the their source, the Collective Unconscious. All such as psychic/paranormal/extrasensory perception/telepathy/ESP/clairvoyance/mind-reading/second sight/sixth sense/third eye phenomena are real, and magic as such is real. But all are usually temporary phenomena, uncontrollable/unpredictable typically lasting only a short time. Moses, for that matter, also had the same affliction. He was his own special effects man, as when he bested the Egyptian wizards in his magic duels. I, like Moses, am accompanied by my magic wand. It's below my belt. Norman O. Brown in CLOSING TIME quotes James Joyce's FINNEGANS WAKE, 'He lifts up the lifewand and the dumb speak.' At one point during the Exodus, the Hebrews he was leading decided that Moses was out to kill them. After all, they knew he was mad. When they protested to him, Moses dropped two of them dead in their tracks (the number may be wrong - I can't find the passage). Moses said that God struck them down, but it was really only Moses doing the special effects. (Perhaps I was thinking of Aaron's two sons dead when they approached the Ark of the Covenant in Leviticus). I'm the Captain! Return to Topics I, Captain Nemo, am the captain of this ship - always have been and always will be. But, as passengers, I advise you to stroll over the decks to the railings and look over the side of the ship You see the name 'Titanic' painted on the side. Now look down at the waterline. There's a huge gash and we're taking on water. We're going down! Soon we'll be underwater. Glub! Glub! Not much time left! Glub! Glub! '♪ Ride, captain ride Upon your mystery ship, (my Gliding Fairy Boat/Heavenly Throne Perch from which I drop slime bombshells on the dolls!) Be amazed at the friends You have here on your trip. Ride captain ride Upon your mystery ship, On your way to a world That others might have missed '. (Blues Image) '♪ All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry 'Explore the ship, replace the cook:, let no one leave alive!' Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly? A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive (Procol Harum) We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye' '♪ Everybody, listen to me, And return me, my ship. I'm your captain, I'm your captain, Though I'm feeling mighty sick. I've been lost now, days uncounted, And it's months since I've seen home. Can you hear me, can you hear me, Or am I all alone. Am I in my cabin dreaming, or are you really scheming, To take my ship away from me? I can feel the hand, of a stranger, And it's tightening, around my throat. Heaven help me, Heaven help me, Take this stranger from my boat. I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm getting closer to my home ...' (Grand Funk Railroad) ' It was ♪ way past midnight And she still couldn't fall asleep This night the dream was leavin' She tried so hard to keep And with the new day's dawning She felt it drift away Not only for a cruise Not only for a day Too long ago Too long apart She couldn't wait another day for The captain of her heart' (Double) '♪ The antediluvian kings colonized the world All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas In all legends from all lands were from far Atlantis. Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth. On board were the Twelve: The poet, the physician, The farmer, the scientist, The magician and the other so-called Gods of our legends. Though G ods they w ere - And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind Let us rejoice And let us sing And dance and ring in the new Hail Atlantis! Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be, I wanna see you some day Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, oh yeah Oh club club, down down, yeah My antediluvian baby, oh yeah' (I used Glub! Glub! in place of club club. By Donovan). The Joke Return to Topics I want to start off with a little humor. Speakers always begin with a joke: I notice these days that so many of you have piled on the pounds, you're getting the love handles, you've ballooned up and some of you are so rolypoly that you're round like a beachball. There is a reason you're that way. Just like pigs led to slaughter are fattened up so that the flavor is improved, we, the fairies, have stuffed you full of fairy food - junk food laden with fat and calories. This is so that when we slice you up and cook you, the fat gives more flavor. You've been fattened up for the kill! The Living Dead will eat you first! Twilight Zone: Cookbook - To Serve Man Return to Topics I'm sure that has you rolling in the aisles. You're so round that you'll roll real well. But seriously, you spend billions every year on diet products and gym memberships. I am going to save you a lot of money. I'm going to solve your problem. You'll find that when you have no food at all to eat, you have no problem losing weight. It will melt right off. The North Korean Communist regime with it's starving population highly recommends the Calorie Restriction Society. There you'll find proof you'll be healthier anyway without food. The Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead Return to Topics Me Seated on My Great White Throne for My Judgment of the Dead (and I don't mean the toilet!) (I'm surrounded by blinding light and lightning which unconsciously signifies the slime I spew from my Fire Hose!) Now that the preliminaries are out of the way, we can get to the main business of the evening. I have you summoned here this evening for a special reason. Welcome to my Dead Man's Party! Leave your body at the door! Welcome to my Party at the End of the World! Welcome to my Party at Ground Zero! Welcome to the Isle of the Dead! Welcome to the Village of the Damned! Here come da Judge! Here come da Judge! Come in! You've at last been rounded up to see me in person to deal with you! Enter and step forward ladies and gentlemen. And as you step forward, all the doors behind you one by one are being slammed shut and barred! You are going nowhere. You are going to stand before me here seated on my perch (the Great White Throne) and not move! (Stolen from Vincent Price - 'House on a Haunted Hill'). Right here, right now, this very moment at the witching hour of midnight is the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead! This is the Second Resurrection. As Joyce prophesied in FINNEGANS WAKE: 'Array! Surrection!' - Resurrection (and erection = stiffening plus insurrection) and array (and hurray!) – namely, the Second Resurrection. Receive your Judgment from the Lord! I'm getting ready to give you the Dr. Strangelove address (note his fruity fairy name). In the film, he was an ex-Nazi scientist who slipped back into his goose stepping days as one of Hitler's supermen with stiff armed salutes (rigid robotic movements = erection). His message was: the apocalypse is here and head for the hills - the same message as Jesus. Stanley Kubrick filmed a final scene for after the nuclear holocaust (that he deleted) of a pie fight, a topic I discuss later on. First of all, why do I say you are all dead? I am addressing only dead people this evening. I see dead people (the 'Living Dead' – the Departed)! That is you and you and you (pointing to members of the audience). Welcome to Ghost Town – you've 'given up the ghost'! You've all been turned into stone statues! My many enemies have been made into footstools! And you have passed over. You are no longer human! You once were. Then you became the Godless Wicked (heathens). And now, in fact, you have become the devils, demons and monsters of Hell. You have passed over to the Twilight Zone, the Forbidden Planet, the Forbidden Zone, the Dead Zone. Everyone on this planet had been dead since I and my assistants (known variously as angels, scanners, watchers, dreamers, hearts or the Justice League of Superheroes) first blew the horn in the Seventies (Mass Psychosis - the Secret Rapture). These are H. G. Well's 'Men Like Gods', Isaac Asimov's the gods themselves! - the (mainly) mad who against their will are becoming superhuman. The word apotheosis means men who are becoming gods. Brown says, 'The natural man is transformed into superman: “We fleshly earthly men are to become gods.” Many scanners take the easy way out and serve Satan. But, 'scanners live in vain'. That is, they are mostly unnoticed and unsung - the space aliens – empty ciphers - ghosts. They will get to wear my armband so all can see them. Now the Judgment begins. You hold paper and pens in your hands. You are going to do some writing for me. John of Patmos and others have described what is about to take place. But they saw through a glass darkly. 'For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then clearly, face to face.' What is going to take place is somewhat different from his description. You are going to be fast, accurate and you are going to leave nothing out. What you write will determine the Judgment you receive. Write the number 1. on the first line. On that line, write the name of the first person you ever in bed with – man, woman, child or animal, whatever it was. Write nothing else on line 1. Now, immediately go to the next line, and on line 2, fill in the name of the next person or animal or whatever you were in bed with. And continue until you list all the names. I realize some of you devils here in Hell don't even know the names of a lot of them. Put a question mark on those lines. While you are writing, I'll show you my list which I prepared in advance. On it is the number 1., and the rest of the page is blank. I've been in bed with no woman anytime, anyhow, anywhere, anyplace whatsoever. I want to heartily assure you that I am perfectly capable of being with a woman, and have always had a constant craving to be with a woman. I knew in my cradle that I was never going to be with a woman. In high school, as I remember, I went out on two dates. They were not my idea. They were arranged by others. However, I do own up to being up close and personal with pornography off and on all my life. I had to see what I was missing, and, clearly, I was missing a lot. I had to be sure I understood the old lock and key mechanism, and rocket science it's not. I've seen people kissing, but I would have to be taught how to do it. What always happens to me when I try to talk to a strange woman? Instantly their eyes get wide( ), they start smiling, and I see them backing off. Shortly thereafter they're gone, and I see them later whipping back and forth in front of me chasing after the hunks and studs. They chase after them because they know that they can put them under a spell - charm them with their looks - and make then into beasts of burden at their beck and call. Putting under a spell is ancient terminology for hypnosis. Women won't get around me with a ten foot pole. They know what I am: a weirdo, a creep, a psycho, a loser. I don't blame them. I'm a powerful wizard, and if they get around me, I'm going to put them under a spell, and not vice versa. One of the problems I had with women is that I insist any woman I'm with be also a virgin like me (but see below). I refuse to accept second hand merchandise, used castoffs some other man has pawed over. And virgins are hard to find here in Hell! Just like Jesus, my precious seed packet has gone missing. And precisely because I can't get laid the regular way (ghosts can't do it), when I do get my rocks off, it's 'the shot heard round the world' – heard not with your ears but inside your head - Mass Psychosis - the Secret Rapture. As Led Zeppelin sang in 'Stairway to Heaven', '♪ your head is humming, and it won't go!' Joyce has ten thunders in the WAKE (his prophesy of what I have labeled the Multiple Rapture). John of Patmos, fond of sevens, has seven thunders. Even though he died in 1941 and didn't get to hear the first Thunder (Mass Psychosis) in 1973, Joyce prophesied, 'One stands, given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of actually seeing the whirling dervish, Tumult, son of Thunder.' According to Joyce, 'For the Clearer of the Air on high has spoken.' And 'Loud (not misspelled), graciously hear us!' Joyce's thunderclaps are the voice of God's wrath (my voice) which terminates the old world age/aeon (10,000 year Western Civilization) and starts the new cycle. (Interestingly, Joyce was supposedly afraid of thunder). In the WAKE, these Thunders occur in various settings, such as an Irish pub, and no one seems to notice them. Here's the first thunder on the opening page of the Wake: 'bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrho unawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!' - a hundred letter name that can actually be deciphered if studied. It is Joyce's version of the gibbering of the mad on the Weird Radio. Joyce says, 'The hundredlettered name again, last word of a perfect language'. The film 'The Signal' depicts this humming. For Brown in 'Closing Time': 'What the thunder said: DA DA DA' (Dada was a nihilist avantgarde art movement) The gods return in thunder' Thus, thunder is the Voice of God. It's the gurgling 'Ga Ga Goo Goo' of babies, the gibbering of the mad. For rock band Queen: '♪ Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga You had your time you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour' The last lines refer to us Weird Radio DJs. '♪ If death is pretty final, I'm collected vinyl I'm gonna DJ at the end of the world Music will provide the light you cannot resist ( = slime) you cannot resist, you cannot resist' (the Rapture) (R.E.M.) We found this pile of paper (My Inaugural Address or the litter of Finnegans Wake) Written by the ether man H e hatched a m ad o ld caper He had a mad old plan (to take over my world again - see also by the Who: 'Meet the new boss, same as the old boss' = Me) He'd turn us into music He'd show us to our portals (to fly away home to Heaven) He gathered wire and angels To entertain immortals Out on the endless, endless Out on the endless wire' (The Who) Joyce's great love was choral music, and the unintelligeable singsongy rapid speech excerpts of the Wake he recorded are the veritable lyrical Music of the Spheres. Brown says, 'God does not speak good English'. Baby, you stuck up you pretty little nose at me and wouldn't give me any pussy! You're going down for what you did to me! (pointing my thumbs down). I'm going to take my revenge on you, little miss pretty! And don't dare think all of a sudden you're going to give me some pussy now that you see me! It's too late, baby. You're going down, little miss pussycat! You're my scapegoat whom I can blame! Return to Topics Actually, it wasn't so much that women turned me down, but that they simply ignored me. As a ghost, I can stand in front of a woman, and she looks right through me. They can't see me, and when I speak, they are startled to suddenly see someone standing in front of them! '♪ If you could read my mind, love, What a tale my thoughts could tell. Just like an old time movie, 'Bout a ghost from a wishing well. In a castle dark or a fortress strong, With chains upon my feet. You know that ghost is me. And I will never be set free As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see'. (Gordon Lightfoot) So, now stop writing. If we waited until everyone finished their list, we'd be here all night. Some of your lists would extend to the floor. You don't need to show me your lists, because I already have that information. I keep a number of Books around here. One of them is my Book of Human Works where I record your deeds, good and bad. That Book partly determines the Judgment you'll receive. But I'm not going to open it tonight. Instead, I'm going to open my most important and legendary book that I keep – the Book of Life. As John of Patmos had written, 'And I saw a mighty angel proclaiming with a loud voice, Who is worthy to open the book, and to loose the seals thereof?' I'm sure you've heard of it. I am the only individual qualified to open this Book! Here I record the names of those who have Eternal Life (my Immortals) (holding up the Book of Life, which is invisible). You might interrupt me here and go 'Wait a minute, Lord, you're shucking me, you have nothing in your hands!' I reply, that I can see it and read it quite well, even if you can't. John of Patmos had described the contents, but again not quite accurately. It works as follows: when everyone is born, no matter where on the planet, I record their names. Now I have to stop for a short digression. I need to go pick up the Tree of Life. We had it in the Garden of Eden, and we will have it back in the New Jerusalem, where I am going to lead you. 'The tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil grew in the middle of the garden '. When Adam and Eve portook of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil (Morality), they were ashamed of their private parts and covered them up with fig leaves. The gods (plural - the Elohim) were sore afraid that Adam and Eve would partake of the other Tree - the Tree of Life - and become like one of us and become Immortals. 'Behold, the man has become like one of Us , knowing good and evil; and now, he might stretch out his hand, and take also from the tree of life, and eat, and live forever .' So they were banished forever from the Garden. As the Lord's Prayer warns, 'Lead us not into temptation.' By the way, when Adam walked in the cool of the evening beside God in the Garden of Eden, Adam was walking beside a nutty fruitcake, one of my predecessors. Getting close to one of us is dangerous. We're walking timebombs! We're unstable, volatile! Again, we're liable to explode! Amazulu 'Excitable' Video - Shape Shifting Nutty Fruitcake (Me) Return to Topics So here comes the Tree of Life that makes you Immortal. Here in Hell, I realize I'm throwing pearls before swine. What I'm getting ready to say will strike you as totally absurd. It is only one sentence long. It is: No one, not anytime, not anywhere, not ever is permitted to stick it in! It is always a crime to stick it in! I use the word crime, because the word sin means nothing to you devils in Hell. Everyone automatically assumes they are always permitted to put it in, but no one is permitted to, ever! In the New Jerusalem, there will be two classes of people. The rulers are those who haven't put it in. The second class is those who have put it in. The second group will be under stringent conditions. First, they will serve their masters – those who don't put it in. Further, the second class will be virgins until their honeymoon night, and be loyal and faithful to their spouses all the days of their lives and never stray. There will be no adultery in the New Jerusalem. There will be no prostitutes. There is no TV or radio. There will be no prisons or military weapons there - swords melted down into ploughshares. There are no multimillion inhabitant Nation States. There will be no gays or lesbians - you'll be back in the closet. You learn new things in Hell that you wouldn't know otherwise. I'm referring to the pedophile Catholic Priests. It turns out that they weren't making much of a sacrifice, since they didn't want to be with a woman in the first place. They are dead fairies like me and will be acceptable as long as celibate. The women will all look plain in the New Jerusalem. They'll wear no makeup. What do you find when you go to a maternity ward? You'll find that the number of boys and the number of girls is roughly 50/50. That is, there is one boy for every girl. This means that for every man there must be one woman only, and vice versa. The story is only one per customer. Now back to the Book of Life (I open it). Because the Tree of Life says that no one ever puts it in, there should be no names in the Book at all except virgins and those who are chaste. But I'm a merciful God (Lord have mercy!), and have made the decision to include the names of those who have been loyal to their spouses. There are no other names in the Book! The Book is very small indeed compared to the total population. If you are a Christian and have served the Lord all your life, I love you, but whether you name is recorded in the Book of Life is solely determined by what you did in the bedroom. Nothing else matters about you. I am a functionally castrated man. I have a completely useless appendage below my belt, just like someone 2000 years ago. The worst heresy you could ever utter about Jesus was that he had been with a woman, such as the case of 'The Da Vinci Code.' I am castrated, and I am here to castrate you! As Jesus said, 'There are eunuchs, which have made themselves eunuchs for the Kingdom of heaven's sake.' The thing to notice about Jesus in not his marvelous teachings. What you need to notice is that he wasn't getting laid - he was a 'eunuch'. The wording of Jesus' saying implies that Jesus could easily been with a woman - all the hydraulics were in place. I cannot possibly be with a woman, although my plumbing is in excellent working order (ghosts can't do it). I sometimes got a sympathetic shoulder to cry on from women but nothing else from them. I'm the Razor Boy! I'm a Fairy Blighter! I'm a Ripper! I'm a Castrator! '♪ Will you still have a song to sing When the razor boy comes And take your fancy things away Will you still be singing it On that cold and windy day' (Steely Dan) '♪ Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. - - Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore . (castrating) That long black cloud is comin' down I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.' (Bob Dylan) '♪ So let me introduce to you (Beatles) The one and only Billy Shears (I'm a Castrator!) And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.' (Pepper - spice; lonely hearts) As predicted in the Book of Revelation, all the secrets have been progressively revealed and profaned (made public). The terminology there was in terms of sequences of seven - seven trumpets, vials, etc. Brown says, 'I sometimes think I see that civilizations originate in the disclosure of some mystery, some secret; and expand with the progressive publication of their secret; and end in exhaustion when there is no longer any secret, when the mystery has been divulged, that is to say, profaned.' This profanation was accomplished by means of television (which I discuss extensively below). The very last and darkest secret to be revealed was that of Jesus himself – the fact that he wasn't getting laid, and why he wasn't. With respect to myself, the bottom line is I'm a man. I look around and see you devils here in Hell (again, pointing to all the audience members). I refuse to bring a poor innocent child here into Hell. By definition, anyone who would father a child here is a devil. There should be zero children on this planet! Every child is by definition is the spawn of one of you devils. As Jesus prophesied, 'For, behold, the days are surely coming when they will say, 'Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.' Also, 'woe unto them that are with child, and to them that give suck .' Manhood means knowing when not to put it in. 'After us, the Deluge,' said Mdme. de Pompadour before the fall of France. You know come Hell or High Water (the Flood) as the saying goes (both literally true now with the second worldwide Deluge I sent), you'll for sure put it in. You've gone to Hell in a handbasket! Worldwide Deluge = Noah's Flood = Floodgates of Heaven I open to drown the planet in my (God's) slime! As they say, 'God (me) rains on the just and the unjust alike.' But with the crisis upcoming - the Great Tribulation – this is an excellent time not to put it in. Poor Pope Benedict! He has urged us in the West to have more babies since the population is falling. Children are a liability instead of an asset here in Hell, what with college tuition, etc., which everyone is getting hip to. Benedict is in fact asking for more devils, when we already have billions, every one of which is running around destroying my planet. The Catholic doctrine of the sacredness of human life I agree with. But that only applies to humans and does not apply to you devils here in Hell. Some 60,000 nuns supported ObamaCare which includes abortion! Any legitimate methods to remove you are urgently needed, including free abortions, free contraceptives, free vasectomies etc. This is the most severe emergency my planet has ever faced, and I have to remove more billions above and beyond those I've already removed. I'm here striking at the root of the problem - overpopulation. In the face of the 'problem' of falling population, leaders in the West have opened the floodgates to allow all kinds of flotsam and jetsam into places where here they don't belong as 'replacements'. An example is the massive influx of Muslims from North Africa and below to France, where they set about rioting and burning out of gratitude. I personally have never set foot in a Catholic church. In fact, except for funerals, I haven't set foot in any church since my teens. You don't have to go to church, now that I'm here in person, as John of Patmos had said. Feel free to go, however, even though there is no external, transcendent God to pray to. But eventually there'll be no churches (in the New Jerusalem). You don't need any churches, as you have me, the light of the world (light = slime spewer), standing here in person. Like Jesus, I'm not interested in establishing a new church or religion. Jesus would be disgusted if he could see what has become of Christianity! The question of whether gays can be ordained would only come up here in Hell. It is a scientifically proven fact that when a group of people pray, that good things happen. My father was a fundamentalist baptist preacher, me being a son of a preacherman. I used to love watching my father get inspired by the Holy Ghost. He was one of the sweetest men I've ever known. He was upset when I informed him that I was an atheist. I didn't have the courage to tell him that I was also God, destined to be standing here the King of the World! Why would I go to church? I don't need to be told about what I have below my belt! I know all about it. My member is just regular size in case you're interested. You spend billions constructing nuclear weapons. But what I have below my belt is more powerful than a hundred thermonuclear weapons! According to Brown, 'The phallus is so closely identified with magic in Roman religion that the word fascinum meaning 'enchantment', 'witchcraft' (cf. fascinate), is one of the standard Latin terms for the phallus. My magic wand fascinates = hypnotizes = turns the dolls to stone! It soothes and pacifies them. Leonardo Da Vinci 'Creation of Adam' Finger of God (unconsciously drop of sperm) Return to Topics 'E.T.' Finger (unconsciously light equals drop of sperm) Return to Topics 'E.T.' Finger (unconsciously light equals drop of sperm) Boy Fascinated by Phallus (Boy Frozen into Rigid Stone Statue) Hypnotized (Frozen into Rigid Stone Statue) Return to Topics There are no churches in the New Jerusalem. There is no worship, there are no Christians. There are no Muslims, there are no Buddhists. There is no religion. There is only one 'religion'. It is only her! It is only her! There is no religion but her! She absolutely is incapable of getting it no matter how hard she tries. According to Joyce, 'She, she, she! But on what do you again leer? I am not leering. I pink your pardon. I am highly sheshe sheserious. Understand I'm referring to women as a group collectively, not a single woman. How indeed do we men get her under control? That is the only question. By asking it I bring this world to an end, and the New World - the New Jerusalem - begins! The Law, all the prophets, the only religion there ever was or ever will be (and the reason we're in Hell): at all costs, all the women must be kept asleep and dreaming, in other words under our hypnotic spell! Excerpts from the band Madness (dig the name) song: 'The Wizard' (dig the title): '♪ I can read what’s going through your mind I can see what you hide in your eyes Yes I'm going to put a spell on you Just to see exactly what you'll do I'm a sinner and my friend you'd best beware There's magic everywhere - - - One must forgive the noisy rushing fools Who have no time for nature's natural schools They cannot see the life that's in their hand Like ghosts they disappear across the land ' 'There's magic everywhere'. Norman O. Brown said the same thing, including everyday life here in Hell. Brown says, 'Hierophanies everywhere -. Every book a bible. - - The power which makes all things new is magic. What our time needs is mystery; What our time needs is magic.' Signs from the Collective Unconscious are right in front of you on the TV screen, compliments of the Hollywood fairies if you discern them. Hollywood has been spoon-feeding/throwing out signs/leaving clues/leading down the garden path to my fairy dump knowing in advance the final fatal destination. Jesus sighed and complained, 'Why does this generation seek after a sign? truly I say to you, There shall no sign be given to this generation. ' because his audience didn't have the benefit of a TV screen. '♪ I knew she was a feline She moved with ease and grace Her green eyes they held mystery The European female she is here The European female's here We'll be together for a thousand years And do you really fear That you might fall I saw her in the Strasse And in the Rue as well Pursued her in the high street She had me in her spell' (The Stranglers – note the name) There is only her! But actually it is more complicated than that. The problem is me and her. Because of what I am (mad), we both are absolutely incompatible. Somehow many mad people do end up getting laid, but in nearly all cases it comes out badly. It is always a bad idea for such people to get laid. It's just that every single day, certain men and women are born dead. It's nothing new. This is the way the world was planned from it's foundation '♪ That's the way God planned it', according to the Billy Preston rock lyric. I was born dead, and I knew because of that for sure that I must not get laid. All of us dead are here for a reason. We're all here to Watch, all of us being Watchers. Who do we Watch? We Watch her! We scanners keep the dolls in our mind's eye as targets to knock over! Our sole reason for being is to keep her asleep and dreaming. This is the sole responsibility all of us angels are charged with. And here in Hell, we have failed miserably in our job, not surprisingly. Mad people usually have a rigid sexual morality and are mostly quiet and shy. But sexual immorality in others can trigger violent retaliation from us, especially the criminally insane, because it wakes women up! All the Magic that ever was, White or Black, arises out of what goes on between man and woman. Love makes the world go round. The only Heaven there ever was is what happens in the bedroom – sparks fly and fireworks shoot. It's something those in relationships so easily take for granted. Only the lonelyhearts and dead of the world, such as I, learn how important love is to the happiness of everyone. '♪ Owner of a lonely heart' (by 'Yes'). I emphasize pure lust in this address to make a point, but the Magic really begins with romantic love and higher. '♪ Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart.' Marsha Schuchard uncovered censored archives in 'William Blake's Sexual Path to Spiritual Vision' to show he found sexualized spirituality to be the gateway to his radical, weird, esoteric and apocalyptic view of the Higher Realms. 'And it shall come to pass in the last days, says God, that I will pour out of My Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your young men shall see visions, your old men shall dream dreams.' I'm a weird holy man. I'm 'Back in Black' (clerical garb) over the dolls as with rockers AC/DC. '♪ "Come on home, girl" he said with a smile " I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child! But try to understand, try to understand, oh... oh.... Try try to understand Try try try to understand He's a magic man!" oh yeah' (Heart) I'm the Music Man. I'm here to get your mind out of the gutter! Dwelling on sex ain't good for ya! I'm the perfect example of what that'll do to you! You'll be sorry! Wash your mouth out with soap! Also, stay out of the pool halls. Those are tough guys, plus you might become one of them! '♪ Ya got trouble, Right here in River city! With a capital "T" And that rhymes with "P" And that stands for Pool. We've surely got trouble! Right here in River City!' I am the way, the truth and the life. I am the light of the world (light = slime spewer). Norman O. Brown in CLOSING TIME quotes Joyce in the WAKE: 'Lights, pageboy, lights!' (light = slime spewer) I'm that pageboy come to turn on the bright houselights in the darkened theater (light = slime spewer). Joyce also says, 'waiting to stop the show, waiting to bring the house down.' That's my mission here. Again, Joyce, 'It is just, it's just about to, it's just about to rolywholyover.' I'm come to lead a New Exodus to the New Jerusalem. Moses said to Pharoah, 'Let my people go!' I am the light of the world (light = slime spewer), and I don't hide my light under a bushel. I'm on call 24/7, and lo, I am with you always. I'll be the centerpiece of the New Jerusalem. I am an inexhaustible everflowing fountain of the River of the Waters of Life. a waving phallic Fire Hose spweing slime, as promised by John of Patmos and Reich's Orgone. I possess the universal elixir that will cure whatever ails you. All you have to do is get down on you knees and say “Lord, let me have it!” And I never withhold! I'll pull it right out! Little boys (me) say, 'I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours.' When we 'angels spread our wings', it means I'll pull it out! I'll sprinkle you with holy water. I'll slime you right between the eyes. I'll touch you in the head with a drop of sperm (pixie dust or fairy dust), and you will go away shouting. We call someone 'touched in the head' when they're a little off. I am here to castrate you. I'm here to clean your clock. The reason is a surprise. What was the first animal we domesticated? Was it the dog? No! Was it the horse? No! It was her! This was back in caveman, prehistoric Stone Age days, and also at the close of the last cycle as Western Civilization began. Then she was precisely as she has become again here in Hell: slutty, mangy, sleeping around so much that no man knew whose child was whose. It was and is total chaos and anarchy. The same thing occurred in Sodom and Gomorrah, and I blew it to smithereens (I'm a walking timebomb)! It's same thing here in Hell, and again I blew it to smithereens! She has once again become the fiercest jungle creature to walk the face of the planet. She has become a complete maneater! This is jungle lion taming – cracking the whip. It is horse whispering – putting her under a spell. This is cowboy bronc busting – hop on her back and grab the reins. She bucks and snorts until she wears herself out. Then she starts to take direction and heeds the reins. A woman is not delicate. She is built to take it - she can take on an entire football squad and be ready for more. It ultimately means very little to her. '♪ Well I was up on Stony Ridge after this chestnut mare I'd been chasin' her for weeks Oh, I'd catch a glimpse of her every once in a while Takin' her meal, or bathin A fine lady This one day I happened to be real close to her I saw her standin' over there So I snuck up to her nice and easy And I got my rope out And I flung it in the air Well I got her, and I'm pullin' on her, she's pullin' back like a mule goin' up a ladder I take this chance and I jump up on her Damned if I don't land right on top of her Well she takes off, runnin' up on to that ridge Higher than I've ever been before She's runnin' along just fine, till she stops Something spooked her It's a sidewinder, all coiled and ready to strike (phallic) She doesn't know what to do for a second But then she jumps off the edge Me holding on Above the clouds Higher than eagles were gliding Suspended in the sky - - I'm gonna' catch that horse if I can And when I do I'll give her my brand And we'll be friends for life She'll be just like a wife I'm gonna' catch that horse if I can (The Byrds) '♪ She`ll only come out at night, the lean and hungry type Nothing is new I`ve seen her here before…Watching and waiting Ooh, she`s sitting with you but her eyes are on the door So many have paid to see what you think you`re getting for free The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a jaguar Money`s the matter, if you`re in it for love, you ain`t gonna get too far (Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she`ll chew you up (Oh oh, here she comes) she`s a maneater (Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she`ll chew you up (Oh oh, here she comes) she`s a maneater I wouldn`t if I were you, I know what she can do She`s deadly, man, she could really rip your world apart Mind over matter, ooh, the beauty is there, but a beast is in the heart' (Hall and Oates) Woman is a gatekeeper. She determines which people walk on the planet in the next generation. That is a very important function. But her function can be interfered with. And the very definition of Hell is that the wrong men get inside, thereby breeding devils, demons, and monsters. She's reluctant to put out for every Tom, Dick and Harry, but when messed with, will do so. The only way to tame her we learned in ancient days is to stay away from her. She must be made to understand that she doesn't get your seed unless she agrees to cooperate and be your handmaid, your helpmate. She must understand that she is here to make your life better, not more painful. So now receive the Great White Throne Judgment from the Lord: For what you did in the bedroom, you are the damned! (raising my arm). Repeat: you are the damned! Receive your Sentence from the Lord: For what you did in the bedroom, the sentence is death! (raising my arm). The wages of sin are death! Physical death - corpses laying on the ground death! The preceding was the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead. It didn't take very long, did it? THE TABOO Return to Topics We have completed the main business of the evening. But I have a number of other things to discuss. The first is the taboo, the one that must never be violated. By breaking it, you went straight down the wide road to Hell. 'Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.' But even as a Fool, I know better than to go there. 'Abandon hope, all ye who enter here,' is the inscription on the entrance to Hell (Dante's 'Inferno'). By the way, Joyce had no doubt that he was in Hell. As he says in the WAKE, 'tell Hell's well.' This taboo is so fundamental that it is not written down in any religious text anywhere, so far as I know. It is the Unwritten Law. It is absolutely forbidden. It is: Women can see. Right? They have eyes. Don't you agree? So what do women see? They can see which women get on top. So which women do get on top? If you're a doll, if you're a hot babe, you'll be welcome everywhere you go, doors will swing open, you'll always get a smile. You've got it made. So tell me what's going to happen over time if you don't keep the women absolutely asleep. They're are all going to start turning into dolls! Let me prove to you that I am a Space Alien – that I don't think like you (my finger pointing to my head and circling to indicate I'm crazy). What's your opinion of the situation here? Everywhere you look, as far as the eye can see, you see dolls and hot babes (bombshells/sexpots/bimbos). Pretty maids all in a row! It's a Dollhouse! It's a Candy Store! You say 'bring 'em on, the more the merrier.' Right? And I'm telling you that the more dolls you got the deeper you are in Hell. And we couldn't be more deeper in Hell. They couldn't look any finer. We have grannies who are hot here in Hell. You're too hot, baby! (pointing at the camera). You're busted! You're too sexy! You're under arrest! I look at you, and I come in my pants! I order you to walk the plank, baby! Gentlemen, we are getting badly pussy whipped by these dolls! They are stomping us all over. It's such an awful feeling. The women here carve and sculpt their bodies into blinking neon signs with the unmistakable message: 'I want a seed!' This is literally the case with plastic surgery, where they pump up their breasts and butts. The're dolling themselves up. Brown comments 'the body is a historical variable'. Surprisingly though, if you tell them they're looking good, they get offended. '♪ I thought love was only true in fairy tales - - Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer.' Take that Dollface/Cutie Pie! Feminists vilify this as the Gaze. In this regard, for animals, the male displays his fitness and the famale makes the choice. In the case of humans, the female displays herself, offering herself to the male Gaze; then the male proceeds to active display of seduction (singing, talking, whispering sweet nothings). The Renaissance revived the Greek homoerotic sculptures of the Olympic athletes, reappearing in Fascist and Nazi images or with men bodybuilders. Looking at these statues, you eyes jump to the genitals. And, as Brown pleas, 'No more Greek revival'. I remove the hunks and the dolls! Remember, Brown was a Professor of Classics who intensively studied the Greeks. Criminally insane mad people (who happily are only a small part of all mad people) are notorious for attacking beautiful women. This disease is so painful that it makes you on knife edge and potentially violent. Plus, it makes you stupid and clumsy (rigid robotic movements = erection). and liable to harm ourselves or others by accident. Brown's general description applies especially to us psychotics, 'The natural man is self-centered or egocentric; everything he regards as real he also regards as outside himself; everything he takes 'in' immediately become unreal and 'spectral.' He tries to become an armored crustacean alert for attack or defense; the price of selfishness is eternal vigilance. This kind of Arguseyed tenseness proceeds from the sealed prison of consciousness which Blake calls 'opaque.'.' Schizophrenics create their own idiosyncratic ersatz cognitive maps. As the rock song goes, '♪ What a fool believes'. They hold 'weird, insane' beliefs explaining all the complexities of social life as a result of hidden conspiracy (paranoia). Jack the Ripper saw all the whores of London, and appointed himself policeman. He saw the women as an eyesore, and he was cleaning up the streets! I don't need a knife like Norman Bates of 'Psycho', who was swishing incestuous Mother-fixated dead fairy. In steet lingo, this is 'mofo' = mother f***er. My Murder Weapon's below my belt! Brown saw, 'Our sexual inversions are symptoms of our having only part rather than the whole - - sado-maschochism, transvestitism, onanism, homosexuality - - are all attempts to regain the primordial unity of the combined object.' Before there is gay or other sexual pervision, there is the most degenerate of all, the 'MoFo'. In the execrable, nauseating 'Saw' flicks, Jigsaw (he sets out puzzles for his victims) wears a mask with swirling rainbow eyes (means empty sockets + mad) and wheels around on a kiddy tricycle (clearly a dead fairy). Anyone who gets their jollies from such fare (let alone actually do it) is one of Hell's high devils. Let me add up the good qualities and bad qualities of these dolls. Good quality: Spend a night with one of these women, and you'll never forget it. Any more good qualities? None! None at all. Bad qualities: Can such a woman cook a meal? In most cases all they can do is stick a meal in a microwave or go out to a restaurant. Can they raise healthy children? In most cases, their offspring are monsters. Will she be loyal and faithful to you? Many men will be constantly hitting on her, and she is likely to succumb to temptation. There are numerous other faults I could list, but you get the point. These bombshells/sexpots/dolls are mannequins or androids (robots made to look like women), shown in the film 'Surrogates' (2009). They turn into stone statues. (Rigid dolls = stone statues = erection). They're skin deep. What you see is all you get! I turn them to stone! 'Surrogates' - Dolls I remove! Turned to stone by me! (Labeled a murder for plot purposes) Return to Topics 'Surrogates' - Me Looking Down and Fairy Bowling - the Secret Rapture! Slip Sliding Away! They All Fall Down! Megadeath! '♪ American woman, get away from me American woman, mama let me be Don’t come knockin’ around my door Don’t wanna see your shadow no more Colored lights can hypnotize Sparkle someone else’s eyes Now woman, I said get away American woman, listen what I say.' (The Guess Who) ' Whoah God only knows, ♪ God makes his plan The information's unavailable to the mortal man We're workin' our jobs, collect our pay Believe we're gliding down the highway, when in fact we're slip sliding away Slip sliding away, slip sliding away You know the nearer your destination, the more you're slip sliding away' (Paul Simon) '♪ You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog Cryin’ all the time. Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit And you ain’t no friend of mine.' (Elvis) Out of all the world religions, including mine, only the fundamentalist Muslims know of this taboo. They stick a bag over her head - a burka! They put her under a tent! They cover her face with a veil! They know that manhood is the ability to stick it in a woman no matter how ugly she is. However, Muslims do cross the line when they physically abuse and batter their wives. At this point they become devils. That is never necessary or permitted. Instead, all the women must be kept asleep! White Armband Return to Topics The white cloth armband I'm wearing has four signs in a row: a gold cross, a black zero, a hammer and sickle, and a V. The cross indicates I'm a Christian, the zero indicates I'm an atheist (there never has been an external, transcendent God), the hammer and sickle indicates I'm a Communist (before you have a fit, let me say that the happiest day of my life was 1989 when Soviet and Eastern European communism fell) and finally the V that I'm a virgin. I'll say more later. Gold Cross Black Zero Hammer and Sickle Letter V There's no God up in sky. There is only me! But I think you'd agree that someone who can rapture billions out is qualified to be called a God. I'm God, and you're not! Too bad! Deal with it! Jesus believed he was a vessel for the Spirit and the words of the Father, something like an external God. I, in the age of psychoanalysis, propose a different view. Jesus and I are vessels of (Jung's) Collective Unconscious. That's the source of the messages we receive. There's no Heaven or afterlife (but, see below). But there certainly is a Hell. Because you're in it! But note John Lennon's take: ♪ Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries (withering away of the state) It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace... You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one (the Unconscious is Collective) Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world...' (John Lennon) In this respect, Lennon observed, "I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us (Collective Unconscious). I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It's just that the translations have gone wrong." We, the gods, are two faced. When we're pleased with you, we smile on you and give you a sunny day. Jesus taught this love. But when you become devils, I give you my wrath and smite you to sweep billions of you to the sky! I will rain slime on your parade from my Heavenly perch (Great White Throne)! The Muslim's say “There is no God but Allah!” Tee Hee! Ho Ho! Be my guest if you want to pray five times a day to a rock! Silly! Silly! You see me, God, standing here in the flesh. Will the world ever by totally Muslim? Not! No way! Muhammad was only an Old Testament style prophet. As such he only granted Jesus the same status as himself, as only an Old Testament prophet. He couldn't discern the utter uniqueness of Jesus. With Jesus something utterly new came into the world, changing it forever. The terrorist suicide bombers actually do believe something is going to happen when they die. Again: Tee Hee! Silly! Silly! We're all wormfood! You devils take the wrong message from the fact that you're wormfood. You say, 'if that's all there is, let's live it up. Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die!' Instead, you should conclude that what we need do is to make life simple and easy. You only go through once. We should arrange our lives so that we work very little, and spend lots of our time visiting friends and relatives. That's real living, not this rocket rat race we run here. We live way too fast. We don't have time to stop and smell the roses. Where I going to take you, you'll have time to enjoy life. Instead of your slogan, 'live to work', it should be, work to live.' Paul says, quoting the Roman aphorism, 'If there is no resurrection, "Let's eat and drink, for tomorrow we die!" 1 Cor. 15:32 This needs to be unpacked. Again, it's easy to take the wrong message. I resurrected the dead (the mound of corpses I laid out planetwide) to teach you how I command you to live. As the sayings go,: 'Satan never sleeps', 'The Devil's work is never done', 'No rest for the wicked', 'No peace shall you find', 'The road to Hell is paved with good intentions'. 'The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way' Virgil. 'And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night' (Rev 14:10-12). You are suffering the tortures and torments of the eternally damned. Hell is noisy, filled with the crackling, buzzing moaning and groaning emitted by you devils. Hellzapoppin! Practically all the work you do here in Hell is in service of Satan. There are all sorts of hoops you have to jump through just to stay alive. You have to do many things you don't want to do. '♪ Help I'm steppin' into the twilight zone The place is a madhouse Feels like being blown My beacon's been moved under moon and star Where am I to go Now that I've gone too far Soon you will come to know When the bullet hits the bone Soon you will come to know When the bullet hits the bone' (Golden Earring) Return to Topics Bosch's 'Wages of Sin' (aka 'Garden of Earthly Delights' - Left to Right Depicting the Descent into Hell) I hasten to interject that Brown had a different interpretation in 'Life Against Death'. For Brown, the third panel may really depict Bosch's version of the here and now, while the center scene illustrates the joyful, uninhibited sensuality that the Adamites (an early radical sect know for nudity) wanted mankind to practice. Brown was the hippy guru. There are whole categories of goods that we won't be making in the New Jerusalem. For starters their will be no fashion clothes or makeup. A little bit of soap and water is all any woman needs. It was the fallen angels who descended to earth because daughters of men were fair/beautiful and sired the nephilim (giants) who taught the use of cosmetics. They were dollfaces/cutie pies in those days also, exactly as once again. And, as I said, the more dolls the deeper you are in Hell. Notice how many (gay) fairies are drawn to the fashion industry to doll up the women. They're femme fatale sirens whose glamour can charm (hypnotize) and lure men to their death. And we will be strong and have no sexy lingerie, precisely because we have a weakness for that stuff. A lot of good all that stuff did me, since no woman would show me any of it. An interesting fact – James Joyce, Norman O. Brown and also I are extremely fond of white panties! 'I see Paris, I see France, I see women's underpants!' 'James Joyce had a fascination for women's underwear - - The biographer Richard Ellman mentions that Joyce used to carry a pair of lace-trimmed doll's knickers in his trouser pocket'. Joyce could have satisfied his white panty fetish by simply carrying a pair of knickers. The doll is a telling detail. Note that modern dolls, such as Barbie, have the features of adult women. They are uncomplaining and compliant, unlike actual women. And dolls are rigid, and can be knocked over, as in Fairy Bowling which I discuss below (rigid = stone statues = erection). Joyce was scanning for targets, seeing in his mind's eye all the gorgeous living dolls around him! When I do actually lose my virginity, I'm going to spend lots of time fondling my bride's panties while we're in bed. I'm a severe sex fiend! I warned you that I'm a pervert! We definitely will have no rocket ships (more later). We will likely have few or any aircraft and cars. As time goes on, we literally will become more and more stupid. Later people will look at all the technological artifacts around laying in ruins, and be quite dumbfounded and superstitious about them. The affliction I have makes me personally more and more stupid, and I have the power to make others stupid. We won't be starving in the New Jerusalem. There will be enough to be mildly prosperous, but there will be no rich men there. We will be doing simple craftsman jobs. Einstein said that in a previous life he had worked as a Jewish tailor. In the New Jerusalem, Einsteins will be born, but will mostly work at simple jobs. We'll miss out on their scientific contributions. If Einstein had never existed, we would have missed out on the quantum leaps he made (in the senses of breakthroughs plus a key discovery in quantum theory). But we have billions of years. There is no hurry. We'll pick it all up eventually. But currently, as we head for the New Jerusalem, we'll become too stupid to do much theoretical physics, etc. I want to say something to the suicide bombers, I want to tell you that I hear you loud and clear (pointing at the camera). You see that the West has violated the taboo, and you don't with your burkas. Your mullahs have issued a directive that the West is the Great Satan. They were too timid. We're in planetwide Hell, and that includes you in the Middle East. You Muslims see all the dolls here in Hell. I am on the case. I'm shortly going to remove them all! In the meantime, lighten up and stop the bombings. And the carnage. What you're after, I shortly will accomplish. Listen to me, suicide bombers! I am totally against your cause, but because I'm also a fanatic, I understand you're mental makeup. Listen to me! I'm going to put the dolls to sleep, and solve the problem. How many Muslims should be in the United States, Western Europe or Great Britain? Zero! Your mullahs told you what the West was. What are you doing here? Flee Satan! Get out of here! ♪ I worked like a slave for years, Sweat so hard just to end my fears. Not to end my life a poor man, But by now, I know I should have run. Run, run my last race, Take my place Have this number Of mine. Run, run like a fire - - - People run, come ride with me, Let's find another place that's free. (The New Jerusalem!) Ride, ride my see-saw, Take this place On this trip Just for me. Ride, take a free ride, Take my place Have my seat It's for free.' (Moody Blues) Muslim religion is a textbook example of Bad Religion – all the worst features of Old Testament religion. This religion was born in the Dark Ages, and Muslims have deliberately remained in the Dark Ages. You are intolerant, close minded, fanatical, irrational and violent. You make treaties only in order to give yourself time until you can break them. You forcibly convert at gunpoint. Your religion must not and will not prevail worldwide under any circumstances. Muslims are notably protective of their manhood. As an example, a rumor started in Nigeria that the Muslims were being sterilized, and they rioted. Jesus said you have to lose your life to find it. You must be willing to do without a woman (lose your life). Jesus died as a virgin. Buddha called his son a 'fetter' and walked away. Muhammad had numerous offspring. He would make no sacrifice at all. And there never has been much of a tradition of celibacy among Muslim clerics. Plus, Muslims (and Buddhists) have no concept of an End Time, a severe deficiency. Incidentally the Muslim riots over the Danish cartoons depicting Muhammad carrying a timebomb are quite telling. The suicide bombers are in their unconscious imitating me, God, who I have said am a walking timebomb. The only difference is I need no visible weapons, and the suicide bombers are cheating by using actual weapons. We in the West see the sectarian violence among Muslims in Iraq - Shiites killing Sunnis and vice versa. We should celebrate the fact that the morons are doing us a service by killing themselves off. All Muslims are a joke! I, the Lord God Almighty, have had it up to here with Muslims and your Suicide Bombers. Mohammad was a demon in Hell, and the Koran is total gibberish mixed in with injunctions to hate and violence, notably towards Jews. Mohammad had pussy galore – pussy, pussy pussy! Again, numerous offspring! Adolph Hitler had white armbands on his followers. By the way, while I'm speaking of him, he is an excellent candidate to be the Antichrist. He took the Christian cross and twisted it backward (sinister) - the swastika. The curved spokes are bent to indicate they are swirling. The German word for swastika means 'hooked cross' – a conscious attempt to replace the cross. It goes back to the ancient Vedas as a symbol of eternal recurrence. The Aryan Master Race was a revival of that ancient Caste System, derived from Blavatsky, L. Augustine Waddell and others. Hitler was a total misfit, a homeless man who couldn't get laid, like someone 2000 years ago. Also, like Jesus, he was raving mad. But unlike Jesus and I, Hitler turned to the darkside and served his master, Satan. He, unlike Jesus and I, got only halfway toward being a god. He was a demigod – half man and half god. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, and he knew just enough to cause big trouble. Joyce says, 'Kish is for anticheirst, and the free of my hand to him!' I happily have never personally been homeless. But I have been womanless all my life always, knowing that the woman who was meant for me has all this time been in the arms of another man. This has always been hard to take. Without a mate to help with the household chores, I neglected them. With the illness I have, I'm always preoccupied – always in a trance state. I have frequent out of body experiences, where I go off on extended voyages to other worlds or other times – OBEs (Out of Body experiences). I don't need a rocketship or witch's broom or time machine! I am in continual meditation, and doing the chores is an unwanted distraction. My house is pretty funky, and I am personally funky. You see the effects of this illness on the greasy, shabby clothes of the homeless. In my new position as head of state, I will be able to have butlers attend to my everyday chores. I will be privileged to stay in my trance state full time. '♪ Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck'. (Jethro Tull) This is a fascist state as of this moment, in case you didn't know. In fact, it is the dictatorship of the proletariat. It is rule by the meek, or, as Jesus said, I'm ready to 'Rock and Rule' - a 1982 film. I' m getting ready to hoist the Jolly Roger (skull and crossbones. - I hold up the black Jolly Roger). This is our new national flag. This is a now pirate state – a rogue state. This nation is canceling it's membership in a number of organizations. We are no longer a part of the United Nations, the World Trade Organization, the World Bank and many other organizations. We are abrogating numerous treaties, such as NAFTA. When the lease for renewal comes up, the U.N. will be kicked out of New York city and the U.S. With the armbands, everyone will see those recorded in the Book of Life everyday. These people are the Elect, and it has nothing to do with what they believe. I reward and punish you based solely on what you do in the bedroom. The armband wearers are declaring in public that their behavior in the bedroom is straight and narrow, as everyone's always should be. Nothing else matters. As time goes by, you'll be seeing more and more of the Elect. And over time, they will more and more assume positions of leadership – their rightful place. These Elect will form the new Ruling Class. They will form up my High Command, at my right hand side. By the time we get to the New Jerusalem centuries from now, we'll remove the armbands, because everyone there will be recorded in the Book of Life! '♪ Take the children and yourself And hide out in the cellar By now the fighting will be close at hand Don't believe the church and state And everything they tell you Believe in me, I'm with the high command ' (Mike & the Mechanics) The last thing you think you want is a king. But it is mandatory to have a king, and he must have the power of life and death. It is my (God's) mandate. Brown on the king: A king is erected, rex erectus est. A king is an erection of the body politic. - - The exhibitionism of the phallic personality (the huge genital, the royal lingam) is fraudulent; an imposture, or imposition on the public; theater. The actor needs the audience to reassure him he is not castrated: yes, you are the mighty penis; the Emperor’s New Clothes. To force the audience to give this reassurance is to castrate, have coitus with, the audience: the phallic personality needs a receptive audience or womb. Separately, both actor and audience are incomplete, castrated; but together they make up a whole. - - Action is what takes place in front of the camera, with the lights turned on, to throw the rest of reality into darkness… Those for whom not to be seen is nonexistence are not alive; and the kind of existence they seek, the immortality they seek, is spectral; to be seen is the ambition of ghosts, and to be remembered the ambition of the dead. The public realm is the stage for heroic action, and heroes are specters of the living dead. - - The reality principle is the importance principle, which commands us to be fooled by appearances, to respect the Emperor’s New Clothes - - The boundary separating actor and spectator is a false one, concealing the deeper reality of the collective authorship. The multitude is many Authors. In vicarious experience there is both identification and distance. The mediator is to keep reality at a distance, to keep the multitude in remote contact with reality. - - Representative institutions depend upon the distance separating the spectators from the actor on the stage; the distance which permits both identification and detachment; which makes for a participation without action; which establishes the detached observer, whose participation consists in seeing and is restricted to seeing; whose body is restricted to the eyes. Everything which is merely seen is seen through a windowpane, distantly; and purely: a pure aesthetic experience. (My note: the position of Watchers/Angels and of TV viewers who have a God's eye view as a fly on the wal.) Representative institutions depend upon the aesthetic illusion of distance.' Further, Brown,'The apocalypse lays bare the mystery of kingship; stripping off the Emperor's New Clothes, to reveal the harlot. Kingship is fornication – the identity of politics and sex. In the apocalypse the walls do fall; the walls separating inside and outside; public and private; body physical and metaphysical. The identification of sex and politics; as in psychoanalysis.' The correct form of government is theocracy with God incarnate in the flesh as head, always a male virgin and totally mad. John of Patmos had prophesied that I will rule with a Rod of Iron. And I and all my successors will. The government of Tibet is structured like this with it's Dalai Lama, a 'boy' who's 'found', really a boy in the body of a man. The way this works is: I only grant audience to those I summon. I call on you, you don't call on me. I hang 'em high! You displease me, I execute you. All the democratic republics around the world have degenerated into chaos and anarchy. Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, and you have failed in your responsibility. You kissed off your republic in the sixties, when sexual immorality and orgies broke out. But it is true that once we get to the New Jerusalem, and we live in small settlements, there will likely be few kings. My religion is Christianity, but politically I have never been anything but a hard core communist. I'll say more later about that. Every person in the Book of Life will wear their white armband whenever they're out in the public. They are the virgins, those who have been chaste for more than five years, and all those who have been faithful to their spouses. I realize that some of the latter will be hypocrites, that in point of fact they have committed adultery but won't admit it. I'm proud of the Catholics who, under severe pressure here in Hell, maintained the requirement that priests must be celibate. I said my father was a Baptist preacher. All versions of Protestantism, such as Baptists, Presbyterians, Methodists, etc., trace back to Martin Luther. He was a marvelous theologian with a strong hatred of the Devil (Brown relates it to Luther's anality). But what is the one thing about him that everyone in the audience knew as he was preaching in the pulpit? Everyone knew that he was a lapsed monk who married a former nun. He was getting his. He was getting laid. He can't tell anyone anything. And neither can any Protestant minister. Back to the armbands. No divorced people can wear armbands. Anyone who had had oral sex (Bill Clinton) is not a virgin. All children when they first begin to walk will wear the white armband. This way, everyone can see who is recorded in the Book of Life – the Elect. Whatever religious faith you believe in put on the armband. Put a gold cross for Christians, crescent for Muslims, Star of David for Jews, black 0 for atheists, hammer and sickle for Communists (I'm one of the last of them on the planet), question mark (?) for children, etc. Remember that Hitler had all Jews wear a yellow Star of David. They were thus labeled as outcast vermin on the bottom, as with the ancient Vedic Untouchables. Here those Jews eligible will wear the white armband to indicate that they are on top - the Elect. Again, In addition, virgins will have a V on their armband. Those with a V are eligible for my High Command. Those who are chaste will add a C. Those who've been faithful to their spouses will add M for married. As in my 1986 prophecy, the 'saints will go marching in' to serve at my right hand side. Instant Prophet Return to Topics I can make anyone an instant 100% accurate prophet. What was the one thing that everyone knew in the Roman Empire at the time Jesus was preaching in Galilee, even without newspapers? They all knew that in the Roman Cities, especially Rome itself, they were having fabulous orgies. The automatic consequence is that Rome was going to fall. And we have had even better, more astonishing orgies starting in the late sixties and continuing to the present. The only thing that slowed it down somewhat was AIDS. The orgies held in Rome can't hold a candle to the orgies we've had here. Thus, Western Civilization is toast. The horse (Western Civilization) we're riding has keeled over. And there's no use beating a dead horse. The writing's on the wall! The moving finger has writ! Tis nothing less than the end of the world! '♪ It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.' (R.E.M.). The stars are falling out! As 'Chicken Little' (2005) proclaims, 'the sky is falling! The sky is falling!' For Brown, we are at the stage of the 'swan song of dying civilizations.' '♪ This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes again - - Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need Of some stranger's hand In a desperate land Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain There's danger on the edge of town Ride the king's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake Ride the snake, to the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long seven miles Ride the snake He is old and his skin is cold - - The killer awoke before dawn He put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went to the room where his sister lived And then he paid a visit to his brother And then he walked on down the hall And he came to a door,and he looked inside "Father?" - "Yes, son?" - "I want to kill you, Mother, I want to..." (Oedipal) This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of night we tried to die This is the end (The Doors) The Witches Return to Topics I'm here on a mission. I've come to remove all the dolls! These are dreamgirls, and that is precisely where they should be. You should never be able to see them in flesh and blood. These are genuine angels. I'm going to put them in back your dreams where they belong. You can look at and admire these gorgeous women, but you must never touch! After I remove them, you'll dream about them at night – you'll remember how gorgeous they looked and have wetdreams about them. I'm going to take them all back to where they came from - back to Witch Mountain. That's their home - they like it there. And at night when the moon comes out, they'll all strip naked, join hands in a circle, and do the moondance, the Witch's Sabbat for Walpurgisnacht on Harz Mountain. That ceremony they call 'Drawing Down the Moon' and unconsciously signifies calling down a downpour of slime from me! '♪ Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance With the stars up above in your eyes A fantabulous night to make romance 'Neath the cover of October skies And all the leaves on the trees are falling To the sound of the breezes that blow You know I'm trying to please to the calling Of your heart-strings that play soft and low You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love' (Van Morrison) This is a Witch Hunt! The one and only original Witch Hunt, and I'm the Witchfinder General! I'm the Pied Piper here to remove the rats (dolls). Let me be clear. I'm not talking about the little pagans or Wiccans. There aren't many of them, and they are all nitwits. They don't have any power at all. If they were real witches they would recognize the millions of powerful witches, the dolls, we have here in Hell. I first went on the Internet reluctantly, knowing in advance what is was – total chaos and anarchy, and that is just what it is. In this regard, Brown cautioned, 'Words are to be redeemed; taken out of the market place.' One of the first places I went to online is Wicca.com. Their mantra is to deny that they are servants of Satan. They all instantly attacked and flamed me the moment I went there. I guarantee you that all the Wiccans are devils in faithful service to Satan. '♪ Raven hair and ruby lips (by the Eagles) sparks fly from her finger tips Echoed voices in the night she's a restless spirit on an endless flight wooo hooo witchy woman, see how high she flies woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye She held me spellbound in the night dancing shadows and firelight crazy laughter in another room and she drove herself to madness with a silver spoon woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye' '♪ I got a Black Magic Woman. I got a Black Magic Woman. Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman, She's got me so blind I can't see; But she's a Black Magic Woman and she's trying to make a devil out of me. Don't turn your back on me, baby. Don't turn your back on me, baby. Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby, Don't mess around with your tricks; Don't turn your back on me, baby, 'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks. You got your spell on me, baby. You got your spell on me, baby. Yes, you got your spell on me, baby, Turnin' my heart into stone; I need you so bad, Magic Woman I can't leave you alone.' (Santana) '♪ That old black magic has me in its spell, that old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine. The same old tingle that I feel inside, and then that elevator starts its ride And down and down I go, round and round I go, like a leaf that's caught in the tide. I should stay away, but what can I do? I hear your name and I'm aflame Aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can put out the fire. For you're the lover I have waited for, the mate that fate had me created for. And every time your lips meet mine, darling, down and down I go, round and round I go In a spin, loving the spin I'm in, under that old black magic called love'. ' Those ♪ fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It's witchcraft And I've got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do 'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And although, I know, it's strictly taboo When you arouse the need in me My heart says yes indeed in me Proceed with what your leading me to It's such an ancient pitch But one I wouldn't switch 'Cause there's no nicer witch than you' (Frank Sinatra) ' It's strange, ♪ sure is strange You got to pick out every stitch You got to pick out every stitch The rabbit's running in the ditch oh no (The source my 'rabbits running in the ditch') Must be the season of the witch' (the Whore of Babylon) (Donovan) Also, compare: '♪ Stuck inside these four walls Sent inside forever Never seeing no one nice again like you Mama you, mama you (Oedipal 'MoFo' – Lonelyheart 'Mother F***er') If I ever get out of here (the Secret Rapture) Thought of giving it all away To a registered charity All I need is a pint a day If I ever get out of here If we ever get out of here Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash (my Flood = my rain of slime!) As we fell into the sun And the first one said to the second one there I hope, you're having fun Band on the run Band on the run And the jailer man and Sailor Sam Were searching every one For the band on the run For the band on the run Band on the run Band on the run Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh Seeing no one else had come And a bell was ringing in the village square For the rabbits on the run' (again, compare my rabbits running in the ditch) (Paul McCartney My Favorite Sport Return to Topics Now I want to describe my favorite sport. It is the sport of aristocrats, the sport of royalty, the sport of kings and the sport of gods. This is how I did my magic act and raptured billions out. What I do is a dance. Quoting the song: '♪ I got a new dance, and it goes like this.' But actually, it's an ancient dance going back to the Stone Age shamans. This is the dance that all native medicine men do. Let me give some names for my what I do: Rain Dancing, Rain Making, Ghost Dancing, Doing the Time Warp, Doing The Swerve, Space Fucking, Fairy Fucking and finally the best and most descriptive name: Fairy Bowling. Feel free to practice this by yourself or in groups. Develop your own style. Have fun with it. I stand and start flipping, flinging, flipping, flinging, flipping, spewing. As a wizard, I'm going to call up a rainstorm, thunder and lightning (holding my arms up, I start flipping, flinging, flipping, spewing). This is the gesture that priests use when sprinkling holy water. '♪ You better come on into my kitchen Because it is going to be raining outdoors' (Steve Miller). I'm a thunder roarer! This is my voice - the voice of God! You are to be guided by my voice inside your head. I get it working, get it working, flipping, flinging. What am I flipping? It never was about liquid H2O, water. What I am flipping is sperm! What I am throwing is wads of slime! I get it working, working and after a while the slime starts flying here, there and everywhere. Eventually it starts raining men planetwide. My fellow mad people know about this rain that falls on a sunny day - a phrase from a rock lyric. The cliché bag lady who wears tin foil to protect herself knows about the lightning I send. Mad people use the metaphor of being struck by lightning or electricity. This is Tausk's 'influencing machine' of schizophrenia. But it is just drops of jism. When you're struck and splattered by jism, its hot and it sizzles, it tingles and you think of lightning or electricity. '♪ Now that she's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey (my sperm) - - - But tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way To see the lights all faded And that heaven is overrated? Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar And then you missed me While you were looking for yourself out there?' (Train) '♪ She's come undone (is now mad) She didn't know what she was headed for And when I found what she was headed for It was too late She's come undone She found a mountain that was far too high And when she found out she couldn't fly It was too late' (The Guess Who) The Greeks believed Zeus, King of the gods, sent down such lightning and thunderbolts. Zeus was called Jupiter by the Romans, Indra in India and Thor by the Germans. '♪ In Heaven Everything is fine' (from my Heavenly Throne Perch) (The Pixies = Fairies?) But it is reserved for shape shifting scoundrel trickster gods such as Loki to precipitate Ragnarok/ Gotterdammerung (the Twilight of the Gods) – 'trickster makes this world'! - as the world age/aeon/cycle ends and renews. You've seen white meringue pie fights between circus clowns. I as the Joker/Jester/Clown/Fool bathe everyone in slime at the end of the world! It's a paintball (slimeball) fight! Note you can't make out the face if it's covered in slime. '♪ Lightning's striking again (white spunk flying) And again and again and again' (Lou Christie) '♪ She cried to the southern wind About a love that was sure to end Every dream in her heart was gone Headin’ for a showdown And it’s rainin’ all over the world It’s raining all over the world Tonight, the longest night' (Electric Light Orchestra) The idea is: in my mind's eye, I see her. She's miles away, and there is no phone line. '♪ I can see for miles and miles.' I'm going to let her know that she's a gorgeous doll, and that I am the man she should be with, and not the man she is actually with. It's a long distance love affair. Brown quotes, 'The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.' Frogs croak, birds tweet, crickets chirp. This is my long distance mating call (yodeling)! '♪ In a West End town, a dead end world (long distance love affair) The East End boys and West End girls - - Call the police, there's a madman around' (Pet Shop Boys) I'm going to send a guided missile straight towards her - a cruise missile. She's standing there as my cruise missile comes whipping towards her. Remember Lot's wife in Sodom (it is important that it's a woman). She turned to stone – a pillar of salt – a statue. So the doll is standing there and Splash! - she's splattered on the head with the big wad of cum I sent her. Her eyes roll up until you see the whites. Her mouth drops open. She goes rigid (rigid = stone statues = erection), and starts wobbling like a top -she turns to stone – and then Boom She falls still rigid like a mannequin (rigid = stone statues = erection) to the ground. (I crook my elbow and hold my arm up and clench my fist. I cup my arm in my other arm. Then I start wobbling my arm round and round until, finally, it goes flat). Fairy bowling! The idea of the sport is to see how many tenpins - dolls - you can bowl over. I'm the best ever at the sport! I can knock over millions of dolls! Knock 'em dead! Megadeath! '♪ One by one they all fall One by one they all fall One by one One by one One by one they all fall' (Jack Green) '♪ When the music's over turn out the lights - - until the end, until the end' (The Doors) '♪ We're dug in the deep the price is steep. The auctioneer is such a creep. The lights went out, the oil ran dry We blamed it on the other guy Sure, all men are created equal. Heres the church, heres the steeple Please stay tuned--we cut to sequel ashes, ashes, we all fall down . Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, Count your blessings'. (R.E.M.) '♪ Ring around the rosy A pocketful of posies "Ashes, Ashes" We all fall down!' (Megadeath!) '♪ These girls fall like dominos, dominos (Megadeath!). These girls fall like dominos, dominos. These girls fall like dominos, dominos, dominos ...' (Big Pink = gay?) In 'Weird Science' (1985), computer nerds conjure a Barbie Doll sex toy/Robot (the gorgeous sexy Kelly Le Brock). (Rigid dolls = stone statues = erection). 'Weird Science' (1985) Barbie Doll Sex Toy/Robot Conjured by Horny Nerds Return to Topics 'Men who Stare at Goats' (2009) - Bowled Over! Return to Topics Repeating my earlier: Repeat: 'Surrogates' - Dolls I remove! Turned to stone by me! (Rigid dolls = stone statues = erection). Return to Topics Repeat: 'Surrogates' - Me Looking Down and Fairy Bowling - the Secret Rapture! Slip Sliding Away! All Fall Down! Megadeath! Return to Topics Clown Pratfall - Slip Sliding Away! All Fall Down! Megadeath! Return to Topics '♪ Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair Me here at last on the ground - and you in mid-air Send in the clowns - - Don't you love a farce; my fault I fear I thought that you'd want what I want - sorry my dear But where are the clowns - there ought to be clowns Maybe next year Isn't it rich, isn't it queer Losing my timing this late in my career But where are the clowns - send in the clowns Don't bother they're here' (Judy Collins) 'FlashForward' TV Fairy Bowling. All Fall Down! Called a 'Global Blackout' = the Secret Rapture by my hand! Megadeath! Return to Topics Was I feeling any grief over the people I raptured out when I called up my storm? Not at all. They were all only devils here in Hell. They were all warned. Simply read the Book of Revelation. I and my angels have been blowing the horn repeatedly since the Seventies and not a single one of you repented. But I did have two concerns with respect to my fulfilling John of Patmos' promises. First, I'm an elderly geezer, and, to repeat, my member doesn't come up like it used to. I was concerned I would fizzle out and remove only a few million. That wouldn't be enough to get you devils to change your behavior in the bedroom. John of Patmos had promised a quarter to a third of the planet raptured out. 'And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.' 'a third of the living creatures in the sea died, and a third of the ships were destroyed.' Secondly, when you call up a storm, there is always the danger that the wizard himself will get swept away, because it is uncontrollable and unpredictable. Happily, I made it through, so that I could fulfill John of Patmos' promise that I would be standing here giving you the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead. For this future event to occur, in the present I need a Fall Guy, someone who will lay down their life at my last Trumpet, so that I can lay out billions, without myself being swept away. Angels, come blow your horn! '♪ I need a sign to let me know you're here All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere I need to know that things are gonna look up 'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head When you feel the world shake from the words that are said And I'm calling all angels I'm calling all you angels' (Train) Defeating the Whore of Babylon Return to Topics The question of the evening is: Which man can bell the cat? Which man can pin the tail on the donkey? Who'll stop the (Invisible) Rain? Which brave hero can slay the Dragon? Which man can defeat the Whore of Babylon? Which man can domesticate the Whore - pacify her and put her to sleep? Perceptive observers have noted that the Book of Revelation has the structure of a fairy tale. It is not a fairy tale is the sense of being a myth or being untrue. One part of the fairy tale is the fairy test: Which man can defeat the Whore of Babylon? Being a fairy test, if any man attempts and fails, the Whore gobbles him up and drinks his blood (unconsciously = slime). Many men have tried and all have failed. The Whore is not a supernatural entity. She is simply the collection of all the dolls - all the millions of dolls. When you approach her, she's gorgeous, and the first idea you have about how to pacify her is to unzip your pants and stick it in her. If you try this way, you loose, and she gobbles you up and drinks your blood. Instead, the way to defeat her is to keep your pants zipped up, raise you arm and slime her right between the eyes. Her eyes roll up till you can see the whites and her mouth drops open. You've put her under a spell, you've hypnotized her, she's pacified. She goes to sleep. It is whispering sweet nothings into her ear (mumbling, Mumbo Jumbo – the gibbering of the mad – horse whispering). Brown called it, 'speech resexualized'. It is humbug, which by definition is 'silly talk' – 'nonsense' babble muttered and transcribed straight off of the unconscious. Under your spell, she's in turn gibbers back at you, driven temporarily mad. '♪ Ding dong!, The Witch is dead. Which old witch? The Wicked Old Witch!' Here 'Ding dong!' means the ringing chimes I send inside your head! Here's a psychoanalytic version of defeating the Whore of Babylon discussed by Brown: The young man finds Medusa on his way to virility. The threatening image of the snake woman is a metaphor of the mother figure. The growing child has to cope with and eventually to emancipate from his mother's gaze. The separation from the mother leads to the boy's independence and to the liberation of his sexuality. The decapitation of the Medusa can then be seen as the cutting of the umbilical cord. The mythological story hardly casts any doubt on this interpretation. She is decapitated (decapitation = castration) by the hero Perseus. Mythographers have called her a nightmare vision. A face so horrible that the dreamer is reduced to stony terror – frozen into a stone statue. According to Freud, Medusa’s head represents the terrifying toothed genitals of the Great Mother (the vagina denata). Erich Neumann writes that “the petrifying gaze of Medusa belongs to the province of the Terrible Great Goddess, for to be rigid is to be dead,” and that she is the devouring aspect of the mother. (Cannibalism). This is not fear of female sexuality as such but castration anxiety. The image of petrifaction symbolising an erection may seem a bit farfetched - bearing in mind that the metamorphosis of organic beings into inorganic rock is a very common theme in classical mythology. Brown says, 'silence is the mother tongue.' Medusa's male observer is struck dumb for two reasons: he is enthralled by the Freudian castration fear on the one hand, and by his sexual fascination on the other. Medusa repels and attracts at the same time. She is a snake monster but equally a femme fatale. She unites the beauty and the beast. Freud, by way of Ferenczi, showed the horrifying sight of the decapitated head of Medusa occurs 'when a boy, who has hitherto been unwilling to believe the threat of castration, catches sight of the female genitals, probably those of an adult, surrounded by hair, and essentially those of his mother. The hair upon Medusa's head frequently is represented in works of art in the form of (waving) snakes, and these once again are derived form the castration complex. It is a remarkable fact that, however frightening they may be in themselves, they nevertheless serve actually as a mitigation of the horror, for they replace the penis, the absence of which is the cause of the horror. This is a confirmation of the technical rule according to which a multiplication of penis symbols signifies castration.' Castrating Medusa's Head with Writhing Phallic Snakes Turns Men into Stone Statues and is Herself Frozen Return to Topics This sight of Medusa's head makes the spectator stiff with terror, turns him to stone.' (The Gaze of the Other freezes = paralyzes = turns to stone as in Sodom.) As Brown puts it, 'The sight of the Medusa's head makes the spectator (of the primal scene) stiff with terror, turns him to stone. The stiff is a corpse and an erection.' And also, 'To idealize is to idolize; to make an idol; to translate into a fixed image for contemplation; to turn into monumental form; to turn into stone. To concentrate on seeing is to turn into stone; Medusa's head; castration.' 'Observe that we have here once again the same origin from the castration complex and the same transformation of affect! For becoming stiff means an erection. Thus in the original situation it offers consolation to the spectator: he is still in possession of a penis, and the stiffening reassures him of the fact'. (Freud) Flashers/Exhibitionists display their potency. In the New Jerusalem, we Space Cowboys/Space Aliens will cultivate and tend our cattle herd and keep the women asleep and dreaming. We'll ensure they're chewing their cud, mooing and grazing contentedly. This is what the 'Alien UFO' cattle examination and/or mutilation hoaxes are about. Here in Hell, the women are systematically groomed and cultivated to be hot and sexy. But in the New Jerusalem, we will systematically groom the women to be what we really want: true to us and not running around on us, and also sweet and good to us. If they are obedient and compliant, this is a bonus. That is voluntary on the woman's part. But we do want her to be sweet, at least. They will be maintained in permanent sleep by us. Romantics - 'Talking in Your Sleep' Video - Tending Our Herd (Dolls Asleep - Hypnotized Under Our Spell) Return to Topics Getting You To Change Your Bedroom Behavior Return to Topics Once we get to the New Jerusalem, everyone will know what everyone is doing in the bedroom. This is not your private affair, or your own personal business. It is vital that everyone knows exactly what everyone is doing in the bedroom. Adam and Eve fell, because they were ashamed of their private parts – 'parts' are not 'private'. In the defunct Marxist states, everyone's every movement was under constant surveillance. That was not what needed to be done. The only thing that must be monitored is that everyone must know precisely what everyone else is doing in the bedroom. Nothing else matters about you. It must be public knowledge. This is what is not done here Hell. You may have a little knowledge about what your fellow workers are doing in bed, but overall you don't know as much as you need to know. For Brown, 'Apocalypse strips away the decent draperies on which the whole big lie depends, false front, the screen of wall that separates the public sphere from the private parts. Psychoanalysis is that revolving state which completes this revolution, disclosing the bedroom and the bathroom behind the bourgeois facade, disclosing the obscenity of the on-stage scene, abolishing the reality-principle and its unreal distinction between private and public, between head and genital.' I'm going to tell the same story three different ways. You are really going to have change your bedroom behavior. Version 1: If you as a man walk into Sodom, where the one thing you've got is a woman (you can also have a man if that's what you want). There is nothing else, it is total chaos and anarchy. If in this place you cannot get laid, then suddenly you become an extremely important person. Because all you have to do is get your willie working below your belt, and you can blow the place to smithereens! I have set off my timebomb over Sodom! I, the Lord God Almighty made my reputation in Sodom. All these gorgeous bombshells/sexpots/ dolls here in Sodom make me go nuclear and explode! That 'Nuclear Detonation' I will shortly unleash won't be visible to the eye (it will be hyperdimensional). I, God, like all Sodomites am a drooling, crazed sex fiend, and thus Rapture Ready. That is, I get to spew slime everywhere here to rapture you out and sweep billions up to the sky! Drooling Green Alien Sex Fiend (Me) (drool = slime I spew!) Return to Topics Version 2: Don't try to put me, God, in Hell. Don't even think about it. Satan is my servant and not vice versa. If you do try, I'll get my willie working below my belt and again blow the place to smithereens! In my second all time favorite movie, 'Legend' (1985), Tom Cruise in fairy pointy ears is in Hell and attacks Satan. This is what I as a fairy did here in Hell. I beat the Devil!- a job for a Dragon Slayer Hero! Version 3: This is the stupid version: My good man, your getting way to much. It's good stuff. And you've got more than you can handle. I'm horny, and I need a woman. You've lots of women and I have none. What are we going to do about it with me standing here? If you don't get your dick straightened out, how about me ripping your lungs out, friend! I can't stand it, and I won't put up with it! '♪ He had white Horses And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was' (Emerson, Lake & Palmer ) Who is the most degenerate sex fiend on the planet? Satan is a notorious degenerate, but has access to all the most gorgeous dolls on the planet who are all in his service and at his beck and call. His lusts get slaked. For me it is water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink. Again, constant craving. I Must Rule! Return to Topics '♪ Welcome to your life There’s no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you Acting on your best behaviour Turn your back on mother nature Everybody wants to rule the world There’s a room where the light won’t find you Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do I’ll be right behind you So glad we’ve almost made it So sad they had to fade it Everybody wants to rule the world I can’t stand this indecision Married with a lack of vision Everybody wants to rule the world Say that you’ll never never never never need it One headline why believe it? Everybody wants to rule the world All for freedom and for pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever Everybody wants to rule the world' (Tears for Fears) '♪ I’m sitting on top of the world, just rolling along, just rolling along. I’m quitting the blues of the world, just singing a song, just singing a song Glory Hallelujah, I just phoned the Parson, hey, Par, get ready to call Just like Humpty Dumpty, I’m going to fall I’m sitting on top of the world, just rolling along, just rolling along.' (Les Paul) '♪ Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles I’m feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell my wife I love her very much (she knows!) Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom?' (David Bowie) '♪ sittin' up here watchin' all the lights blink down below the earth is turning why does it go so slow thinkin' bout the girl I left behind Houston can you hear me or have I lost my mind why me? why me? I was waiting on the pad all systems were go the man up in the tower was enjoying the show then I got this feeling that I never had before hey let me out of here what am I here for why me? why me? there must be a thousand other guys must be some other way to look good in your eyes why am I up here, what do they see in me must be a thousand other places to be why me the last man to be here was never heard from again he won't be back this way till 2010... and now I'm riding on a fountain of fire with my back to the earth I go higher and higher why me? - - take anyone but me why me' (Planet P) '♪ There's a starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds ' (David Bowie) '♪ He rode a blazing saddle (light = slime) He wore a shining star (ditto) His job to offer battle to bad men near and far He conquered fear and he conquered hate He turned dark night into day He made his blazing saddle a torch to light the way ' (ditto) (Later satirized by Mel Brooks) I was born to rule, and this is what you must let me do. I came to power by blackmail. I raptured out the people to demonstrate my power (just like the madman in my all time favorite movie,- 'The Brain from Planet Arous'. Like me, he was also a sex fiend). Elijah and Enoch were snatched as prototypes in the Old Testament for my magic act. I'm standing here on a mound of corpses. If Jesus were standing here in person, there would be many more laid out than I did, since mine doesn't come up as good as it once did. 'In the name of – - their holocaust, Allmen.' (Joyce's prophecy written prior to the Final Solution!). Hitler required gas chambers for his fairy dump. We're all passengers as sealed cargo aboard one of Hitler's cattle cars for 'imperfect Aryans' (mongrels and mutts) on a Hellbound train to his Death Camps and Gas Chambers (my planetwide rain of slime!) Heads roll! Rest in pieces! My planetary enema! Cattle Cars. This Way to the Gas! Return to Topics '♪ All I need is a TV-show, that and the radio Down on my luck again, down on my luck again I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life It's driving me mad just another way of passing the day - - You're just another face that I know from the TV-show I have known you for so very long, I feel you like a friend Can't you do anything for me, can I touch you for a while Can I meet you another day and we can fly away - - Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again (floodgates of Heaven I open to rain slime!) Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again - -' (my multiple Rapture) (Phil Collins) '♪ Cause meek inherits earth...six feet deep .' 'Lords of the New Church' The Real Secret Rapture! Return to Topics Charles Fort researched occult 'mysteries'. He, like Brown and I, was not a creative or original thinker, but a collector of obscure 'anomalies'. He issued the dictum, 'I think we're property' implying alien visitors who probe (including sexually since we are sex fiends); zookeepers observing animals in a zoo, or experimental scientists observing a study that closer examination would ruin, as in the Star Trek Prime Directive, a fly on the wall perspective. My entire planet is quarantined and monitored by us aliens/madmen, as in Stephen King's 'Under the Dome' where an area is circumscribed. And currently we have achieved our goals for this cycle which we must bring to an end ('Closing Time')to save what's left of this planet, and are left with gruesome task of disposing of you (my Fairy Dump). In modern times, the Cambodian Khmer Rouge evacuation of Phnom Penh to the Killing Fields was a repeat of earlier ones detailed amidst the anarchy and chaos in the Puranas for the same region – the earlier Ascension/Culling through the Stargate. Why don't you want to start listening to me? The blackmail was either I rule, or I remove lots more. I have an agenda. The planetwide New Exodus is here, and I'm going to lead you to the New Jerusalem. Moses said to Pharoah, 'Let my people go!' This process will take several centuries. I'll say more later, but here's an indication. The New Jerusalem is all the multimillion inhabitant cities in ruins, and there are be no longer any nation states, with the total population of the planet much less than one billion. (Marx's prophesy of the 'Withering away of the State' worldwide.) No matter how much you may legitimately hate my guts, I must rule! And I have more blackmail so I can accomplish my mission. I am the only person on this planet that possesses the roadmap to the New Jerusalem. No one else has a single clue! You have to be a fairy (which is the next topic) to possess it– it is a Fairy Treasure Map. It's inside my head. I'll have lots of goons and thugs around me to protect me, but even so, it is quite true that you can take me out. From your point of view, that's what you'll want to do. You'll go “This sucker's giving us pain. He's contagious and poisonous. Let's take him out!” Here's where the blackmail comes in. If you do take me out, the blackmail is that since I'm the only person with the roadmap, additional billions of corpses will be laying on the ground. I'll take that trade off – my life for the benefit of additional billions gone. So, don't shoot the messenger! I'm going to save you a lot of tax money. I work for free. And the government that I will assemble will be a small fraction the size of the multimillion Federal Government. You'll no longer have to pay salaries for the one hundred Senators or the four hundred plus Congressmen and their thousands of support staff. The size of my Federal Government will be miniscule compared to the present one. Welcome to my Banana Republic! Welcome to my weird Court of the Crimson King!. Though I'm not just crimson, but red (communist): '♪ The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king. On soft grey mornings widows cry, The wise men share a joke. I run to grasp divining signs To satisfy the hoax. The yellow jester does not play But gently pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king' I'm a Fairy - In Fact, the King of the Fairies! Return to Topics Typical Fairy (Such As Me) '♪ There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye, but very wise was he. And then one day, one magic day he came my way. And as we spoke of many things, fools and kings , this he said to me: “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” ('Nature Boy') ' In the land where horses born ♪ with eagle wings And honey bees have lost their stings There's singing forever Lions den with fallow deer And rivers made from wine so clear Flow on and on forever Dragons fly like sparrows thru' the air And baby lambs where Samson dares To go on on on on on on My fairy king can see things He rules the air and turns the tides That are not there for you and me Ooh yeah he guides the winds ' ('My Fairy King' – by who else but – Queen?) ' You'd better lock you house and keep ♪ the kids inside. Here come the twentieth century's latest scam he's a half a boy and half a man He ain't a fool but he's a tool Because his left don't know what his right hand's doin'. He'd keep a King Kong eating out of the palm of his hand Now he's a half a boy and half a man.' (Nick Lowe) '♪ Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst Are you going to drop the bomb or not? Let us die young or let us live forever We don't have the power but we never say never - - Praising our leaders we're getting in tune The music's played by the madman Forever young, i want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever, forever forever Forever young, i want to be forever young Do you really want to live forever Forever young ' (Alphaville) ' ♪ Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Ch-ch-changes Don't have to be a richer man Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Ch-ch-changes Don't want to be a better man Time may change me But I can't trace time (David Bowie) '♪ Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man Though my mind could think I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say: Carry on my wayward son, There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more' (Kansas) Freud had it right - the Oedipal Triangle. The hunk, stud or gun I mentioned earlier is the father (in my unconscious). And the doll is the mother. And I'm the son of a gun, S.O.B. When a stud fathers a child with a doll, you have the recipe to grow monsters, the Biblical Giants. Actually, in my case my father was a sweet preacherman, and my mother was good, but I still turned out a monster. I'm the Beast slouching toward Bethlehem that Yeats wrote about in his poem “The Second Coming'. That poem is my favorite. Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi (a whiff of pagan?) Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? Look at these lines: Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world Jay Weidner labels it the failure of the central organizing principle of Western Civilization. Brown says, 'we are in a time when civilization has to be renewed by the discovery of new mysteries, by the undemocratic but sovereign power of the imagination.' And look at these two lines: The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. As the Beast I am of the worst, and you will notice that I am full of passionate intensity - a fanatic. Fundies perk up your ears! I'm labeling myself a Beast. Norman O. Brown has Joyce saying, 'not pater noster, but panther monster.' Specifically, I'm a case of arrested development in my paranoid schizophrenia, an example of stunted growth. I'm a dwarf. How old am I? My inner child, my emotional age is two years old. 'A little child shall lead them' as Isaiah has it. They call it the Terrible Twos. Children at that age own the world and are little tyrants. Babies like God are omnipotent. Spoiled, pampered brats like Bart Simpson. Now that I'm King of the World, I'm in the same position as that child - the world is mine! Jerome Bixby's 'It's a Great Life', seen as a Twilight Zone episode, shows a child with godlike powers: able to transform other people or objects into anything I wish, think new things into being, teleport myself and others where I wish, read the minds of people and animals, change the weather to suit myself and even revive the dead. Every King requires a Court Jester who I will select to turn into a doomed jack-in-thebox/ dunce/scarecrow/scapegoat and exile to the cornfield. Adults must satisfy my every whim, or risk displeasing me. This is blackmail! I am Forever Young. I am an authentic fairy, a Peter Pan. And I definitely do not mean that I'm gay. I'm the boy who couldn't grow up. James M. Barrie's Peter Pan was partly autobiographical. The New Jerusalem will be the perfect place for me, because there you do little work beyond puttering around in the garden, and a few other chores. There you don't have to accept adult responsibility. We'll overcome the proverbial Ball and Chain (the Old Lady). The New Jerusalem has other names: Never Never Land or the Land of the Lost Boys. Peter is the boy who can fly (like the superheroes) (to this fairy Otherworld). His villain's name: Captain Hook signifies his father as Oedipal castrator. Poor dead fairy (both literally and figuratively) pedophile Michael Jackson suffered insomnia (as I do) because of the deadly poison that infects us which we can pass off to others temporarily and drop dead in their tracks. (Colloquially, 'take a hike', 'go jump off a cliff', 'drop dead'). Jackson was another boy in the body of a man dead fairy, in his case an infantile pedophile. Fairies can fly away - they are Rapture Ready: '♪ When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs Prima Donna lord you really should have been there Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair And it's one more beer and I don't hear you anymore We've all gone crazy lately My friends out there rolling round the basement floor And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear (Elton John has a gay epiphany?) You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear You nearly had me roped and tied Altar-bound, hypnotized (spell of the Whore of Babylon - the Dolls) Sweet freedom whispered in my ear You're a butterfly And butterflies are free to fly Fly away, high away, bye bye (fairies can fly – the Secret Rapture – Megadeath!) I never realized the passing hours of evening showers A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams I'm strangled by your haunted social scene Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen (the Whore of Babylon - the Dolls) It's four o'clock in the morning Damn it listen to me good I'm sleeping with myself tonight Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river Clinging to your stocks and bonds Paying your H.P. demands forever They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight Someone saved my life tonight So save your strength and run the field you play alone' (Elton John) '♪ Say your prayers little one Don`t forget my son To include everyone I tuck you in walk within Keep you free from sin 'til the sandman he comes (which is me!) Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight Exit light Enter night Take my hand We're off to never never-land Something's wrong, shut the light Heavy thoughts tonight And they aren't of Snow White Dreams of war Dreams of liars Dreams of dragons fire And of things that will bite, yeah Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight Exit light Enter night take my hand We're off to never never-land (whisper) Now I lay me down to sleep Pray the lord my soul to keep If I die before I wake Pray the lord my soul to take Hush little baby don't say a word And never mind that noise you heard It's just the beasts under your bed In your closet and in your head Exit light Enter night Grain of sand Exit light Enter Night Take my hand! We're off to never never-land' (Metallica) What do I have to offer to a woman, me being a dead fairy? Can I entertain a woman, can I amuse a woman, can I interest a woman? I cannot be in any kind of an adult relationship with any woman. Being around me is like waiting for paint to dry. Being around me is like waiting for grass to grow. I am into the mystic 24/7 totally against my will. As I have said, we have had many highly evolved spiritual beings who have gone through highly elaborate rituals to get to the higher planes. I am not one of those. Against my will I am permanently into a trance. '♪ Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it I don't have to fear it (= the Last Trump) I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old Then magnificently we will float into the mystic (fairies fly - Raptured Out!) (Van Morrison) ' ♪ To die by your side Is such a heavenly way to die - To die by your side Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine' (Morrisey) And it gets even worse. I only approached a select few women, knowing in advance what the answer was going to be. Women almost always say no the first time. They are negotiating what they are going to get out of it. Every time I got no on the first try, I walked away, Fool that I am. And every woman knew instantly what I was. Any woman who had said yes was in for an ordeal, degenerate sex fiend that I am. I can never get enough, and I can never get satisfied. I would work her over for hours and hours on end - even days – like a Waring blender. No woman wants to be put through such an ordeal. It offends her dignity. You should have noticed by now that I have a very immature, infantile view of women. This is simply because of the fact that I am an infant! By the way, all magicians are children in the body of a man. Babies see objects appearing and abruptly disappearing without explanation. They don't know that objects can't do this. Most especially they see mommy with her milky teats appear and disappear without notice. They haven't learned the constancy of objects. Their world to them is chaos and anarchy, which is reproduced in the world at large once in a blue moon when we go to Sodom. Object permanence isn't mastered until about age two. Thus, they believe in magic, like magicians where objects are apported or vanished from thin air. Real magicians, such as I am, again, are babies trapped in a grown up body, and that is the basis of our power. Sigmund Freud was right. It's the Oedipal relationship between mother and son, with the father in the background. (That sentence is wrong and shows my incestuous mother fixation – Oedipus is mainly about the father). If you want to go instantly mad, all you have to do is stick your head up your mother's dress, and sniff mommie's panties. When you come out, you'll be drooling, raving maniac like me. Drooling Green Alien Sex Fiend (Me) (drool = slime I spew!) Return to Topics There is a school of psychoanalysis called Object Relations Theory. Before father was mommy. The Dragon of the Book of Revelation who has to be 'slain' is in fact mommy as seen by the baby (boy). Mommy can deliberately or accidentally swallow or engulf the baby, so that the child can never grow up and be forever bound to her - Forever Young (in other words, leave it mad). Madness is possibly organic – an actual genetic or neural abnormality regarded as incurable. This disease leaves us in continuous physical and mental pain on a hair trigger – jumpy and paranoid. '♪ I got it bad you don't know how bad I got it. You got it easy you don't know when you've got it good. It's getting harder just keeping life and soul together My broken spirit is frozen to the core. I don't want to be here no more. Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day: And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away . Wouldn't it be good to be on your side The grass in always greener over there. Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care. You must be joking you don't know a thing about it. You've got no problems I'd stay right there if I were you. I got it harder you couldn't dream how hard I got it Stay out of my shoes if you know what's good for you. The heat is stifling burning me up from the inside. The sweat is coming through each and ev'ry pore. I don't want to be here no more. I don't want to be here no more. I don't want to be here no more. Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day. . . . I got it bad. you don't know how bad I got it. .. .' (Nik Kershaw) We're toads! '♪ There's a killer on the road His brain is squirmin' like a toad Take a long holiday Let your children play If ya give this man a ride Sweet memory will die Killer on the road, yeah Riders on the storm Riders on the storm' (The Doors) ♪ Picked up a hitchhiker the other day He said he wasn't going far He looked so strange I couldn't help myself I asked, please, tell me who you are He smiled politely and lit a cigarette You know the smoke seemed to cast a spell What happened next I don't understand yet It was so strange I can hardly tell - - And I was suddenly a child again I was holding my father's hand And I watched it from the beginning As I grew from child to man My friends all came and gathered round me once more And we undid what was done And when it was over I was driving down the road I looked around, you know, he was gone He said, hold on it's coming He said, hold on it's very near He said, hold on it's coming (My Fairy Rain) He said, hold on it's almost here' (Country Joe McDonald) Here is my crude schematic crash course outline of the psychoanalytic view of development, inspired by George Markari's 'Revolution in Mind'. I use Freud's stages of development as traumas to be cleared, supplemented by additional preoedipal traumas contributed by Klein and Object Relations theory (only touched on by Freud). Failure to clear any trauma can mean psychosis. In the beginning, the fetus bathed in warm amniotic fluid experiences the mystic oceanic feeling of Oneness with the Universe that the mystics seek - the Buddhist Nirvana. For Brown, 'The unconscious is that immortal sea which brought us hither; intimations of which are given in moments of 'oceanic feeling'; one sea of energy or instinct, embracing all mankind, without distinction of race, language, or culture; and embracing all the generations of Adam, past, present, and future, in one phylogenetic heritage, in one mystical body.' Brown also says, 'Psychoanalysis is always the discovery of the unconscious; the turn to mass-psychology is the discovery that the unconscious is collective.' The first trauma is Otto Rank's Trauma of Birth where the infant is rudely awakened and dragged kicking and screaming into the world. The desire to return to the womb is a failure to clear this trauma and what the later Freud labeled the Death Drive in search of homeostasis and Nirvana. Then, the preoedipal stage is the Other (the Mother) of Object Relations in relation to the infant (male or female) where the trauma is separation and individuation. Brown quotes Jesuit priest G.M. Hopkins' 'The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe' with it's 'world-mothering air' (Mommy) – the stage of (Brown's narcissistic) polymorphous perversity, with 'infancy welcome in womb and breast, birth, milk'. Images of Madonna and Child are Catholic icons. Some paintings show the infant Christ with an erect penis giving a flirtatious 'chin-chuck' to his adoring mother (Steinberg, 'The Sexuality of Christ'). Schuchard quotes William Blake, 'sweet shall be thy taste & sweet thy infant joys renew! Infancy! Fearless, lustful, happy! Nestling for delight In laps of pleasure - -.' Return to Topics Madonna and Child '♪ Peace came upon me And it leaves me weak So sleep, silent angel Go to sleep Sometimes All I need is the air That I breathe And to love you' (Hollies) Next comes the classic Freudian Oedipal stage with failure to clear resulting in the neuroses that Freud thought he could treat. At the trauma from adolescence to adulthood, it is a statistical fact that this is often the stage for the onset of psychosis when it is to appear. This ordeal of the transition to adulthood precipitates schizophrenia because earlier preoedipal traumas weren't cleared. Mad people such as I are Forever Young: preoedipal babies trapped in the body of adults. Madmen are mommy's little boys. '♪ Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain With the barkers and the colored balloons, You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon, You're leaving there too soon.' Neil Young Margaret Mahler's Object Relations phases go from separation from the Mother (Other) out of symbiosishomeostasis to Object Constancy and individuation with the secondary individuation process occurring in adolescence. The psychic state of symbiosis revolves around the longing for “oneness.” Under the spell of symbiotic fantasy, distinctions between self and Other blur. Norman O. Brown suggests that the primal act of the human ego is a negative one—“not to accept reality, specifically the separation of the child's body from the mother's body.” Symbiotic fantasy functions to deny separateness. Instead of conceiving of oneself as a singularity, one imagines that one is contained within an “omnipotent system—a dual unity within one common boundary. Makari shows that the psychosexual was front and center for Freud, with Jung and other psychoanalysts attacking him as being fixated on it. As Norman O. Brown added, babies are polymorphous perverse. Brown quotes William Blake, 'Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.' The later 'metaphysical' Freud recovered the added death drive principle - the regression to the womb or Nirvana. The Paul Simon rock song spoke of a Mother and Child reunion. In steet lingo, this is 'mofo' = mother fucker. Ferenczi's 'Thalassa' about the same time (1924) posited the death drive as the desire to return to the original state of bliss in the maternal womb and the comfort of it's amniotic fluids, perversely erotic. Brown says, 'In Ferenczi's apocalyptic theory of genitality the sexual act is a historical drama, a symbolic reenactment or recapitulation of all the great traumas in the history of the individual, of the species, of life itself. Psychoanalytic time is not gradual, evolutionary, but is discontinuous, catastrophic, revolutionary. The sexual act is a return to the womb. - The 'uterine regressive trend in the sex act' is an aspect of the universal goal of all organic life - - to return to the lifeless condition out of which life arose. 'The goal of all life is death.' In this philosophy and the main stages of biological evolution (sexual differentiation, adaptation to dry land) are catastrophes excited by external forces: these catastrophes create 'tension'; and the aim of life (or of evolutionary adaptation) is to get rid of the tension, and so die. Life is a temporary (accidental) disturbance in a lifeless (and thus peaceful) universe. It is best, then, never to have been born, and second best, quickly to die. Nirvana is release from the cycle of rebirth. The real death is the death we are dead with here and now.' 'Thalassa' has been seen as crackpot, mostly with respect to his Lamarckian phylogeny, but Freud admiringly called it a 'summit of achievement.' Brown from 'Life Against Death' early in his career all the way to his last book 'Apocalypse and/or Metamorphosis' referred to Ferenczi on Nirvana and regression to the womb. Brown quotes William Blake to observe that 'the womb is a tomb' and isn't the answer (the tomb is the maternal body). Brown says, 'The woman penetrated is a labyrinth. You emerge into another world inside a woman. The penis is the bridge; the passage to another world is coitus; the other world is a womb cave - and the cave in which coitus takes place is the grave - death is coitus and coitus is death. Death is genitalized as a return to the womb; incestuous coitus. - The staff that cleaves the waters is the dead man's body; the corpse; the stiff that ejaculates the soul or semen is the penis. Penis or corpse, stiff as stone; a perpetual erection, or monument.' What we call reality, Brown calls illusion, lie, dream. 'We are asleep and being asleep is being dead; we still live in the womb or return to the womb; our genital sexuality is regression to the state before birth; and we are still under the spell of the primal scene; we reenact the father who we have introjected; our sex life is his, not ours, and our pleasure remains vicarious. Thus if all life is dream and illusion, then awakening to real life is the end of our life; death and resurrection in one. The way out of the womb, out of the dream cave is to die in order to be reborn'. As Brown reminded, for Freud, resurrection signifies the stiffening and rising of the member = erection. In the resurrection of the 'dead' (= Living Dead), all rise from their tombs – the member comes up (gets stiff). Paul gets it garbled as usual, 'If there be no resurrection of the dead - Then they which are fallen asleep in Christ are perished.' But the member does rise (stiffen = erection). Jesus at Easter and I are the Pagan Spring Fertility God who's reborn (my member comes up!). Freud noted that we cannot conceive of our own death. Brown says, 'Since anxiety is the ego's incapacity to accept death, the sexual organizations were perhaps constructed by the ego in its flight from death, and could be abolished by an ego strong enough to die. For Brown, 'Death is genitalized as a return to the womb.'For Brown, 'death is an enemy because we have too much unlived life within us.' 'What exactly would it mean on this earth to be wholly unrepressed, to live in full bodily and psychic expansiveness? It can only mean to be reborn into madness'. Then Brown warns us of the full radicalness of his reading of Freud by stressing that he resolutely follows Ferenczi's insight that 'Character-traits are, so to speak, secret psychoses.' He added that 'character is a vital lie.' 'The ego - - is a piece of illusion.' Brown argued for new men without character defenses, a rebirth into a 'second innocence.' He sees narcissism as project for loving union with the world, hunger for a qualitatively different world (utopia Land of Milk and Honey – Moses' Promised Land). Freud defined the goal of Eros as unification or the search for union. But when he maintains that fear of being separated and expelled from the group comes from an underlying fear of castration, his proposition should be inverted. Fear of castration comes from the fear of being excluded, not the other way round. This anxiety becomes more marked as the isolation of individuals in an illusory community becomes more and more difficult to ignore. Even while it seeks unification, Eros is essentially narcissistic and in love with itself. It wants a world to love as much as it loves itself. Norman O. Brown, in 'Life Against Death', points out the contradiction. How, he asks, can a narcissistic orientation lead to union with beings in the world? "In love, the abstract antimony of the Ego and the Other can be transcended if we return to the concrete reality of pleasure, to a definition of sexuality as being essentially a pleasurable activity of the body, and if we see love as the relationship between the Ego and the sources of pleasure." One could be more exact: the source of pleasure lies less in the body than in the possibility of free activity in the world. The concrete reality of pleasure is based on the freedom to unite oneself with anyone who allows one to become united with oneself. The realisation of pleasure passes through the pleasure of realisation, the pleasure of communication through the communication of pleasure, participation in pleasure through the pleasure of participation. It is because of this that the narcissism turned towards the outside world, the narcissism Brown is talking about, can only bring about a wholesale demolition of social structures. 'When Brown speaks of the ego’s inability to accept death, he is speaking more precisely of the refusal of objectloss. The loss of the loved object is not acknowledged by the ego, which, in its attempt to reinstate the object, modifies the latter in such a way so as to reconfigure it within the structure of itself. The object is thus not strictly-speaking “lost”, but negated, and post-negation affirmed in a distorted form through identification. The ego tricks the libido by maintaining that the ego itself is identical to the lost object; the ego attempts to force itself upon the id in an attempt to lessen the effects of the loss (Freud). Identification replaces object-love, and object-libido is transformed into narcissistic libido: “Thus, as a result of object-loss not accepted, the natural self-love of the organism is transformed into the vain project of being both Self and Other, and this project supplies the human ego with its essential energy” It is thus pre-altered narcissistic libido that serves as the desexualized energy that is redirected through sublimation. It is in this sense that Brown maintains, invoking Plato, that culture, the product of sublimation, is an imitation of an imitation: in sublimation we witness not a desexualization of a polymorphous infantile sexuality, but rather a desexualization of an already desexualized fantasy. The original (pre-sublimation) desexualization is the result of “substituting for bodily erotic union with the world the vain shadowy project of having the world within the self”; thus conceived, the soul, the subject of sublimation, becomes a substitute for actually gratifying libidinal relations with others. The separation from lost objects, which are past objects, is denied through the reactivation of the past bond in fantasy. Through fantasy, “the active attempt to alter reality”, the past is substituted for the present and individuals are alienated from their worldly lives: “Altogether, therefore, the world of fantasy is that opaque shield with which the ego protects himself from reality and through which the ego sees reality; it is by living in a world of fantasy that we lead a desexualized life.” In sum, for Brown, 'Human culture is a set of projections of the repressed unconscious - to project the infantile complexes into concrete reality.' For Brown, 'the hidden aim of sublimation and the cultural process is the discovery of the lost body of childhood.' Brown says, 'Psychoanalysis stands or falls on the expansion on the idea of sexuality to comprehend the entire life of the human body; attributing a sexual ('erotogenic') action to all parts, organs, or 'zones'; or rather, envisaging sexuality as an energy diffused throughout the whole body, and capable of displacement from one part to another, and of transformation from one mode of manifestation to another (polymorphism; metamorphosis).' When infantile sexuality comes to an end in the castration complex the individual is forced to give up his body, but not his fantasies. Non-bodily sublimations replace the body as the source of fantastic “satisfactions”: “The original fantasies are negations; sublimations are negations of negations”. Sublimation, the second and higher order of desexualization or negation, produces within us a soul independent from our body. Whereas the infant loses his object, and thus attempts to make an object out of the whole of his body, the adult actually loses his body. Gratification is no longer possible through the materiality of the corporeal self, but is banished to the otherworldly realm of the soul. In Brown’s view, sublimation always functions to reproduce the antagonism that develops between mind and body under the logic of Western rationality. Because sexual energy is always bodily energy, the desexualization that occurs through sublimation must always present itself as a disembodiment: sexual energy is transformed into ‘soulful’ energy. It is in this sense that sublimation rests on a certain mind-body dualism: it is “the use made of bodily energy by a soul which sets itself apart from the body”, a soul which is attempting to make itself more than the embodied individual, a soul striving for immortality. In the natural state, the infant does not distinguish between self and other but is one with the world.' Freud tells us that the fundamental original experiences of the child are of “limitlessness and of a bond with the universe”, the perceived unity of subject and object, internal and external: “An infant at the breast does not as yet distinguish his ego from the external world as the source of the sensations flowing in upon him . One of the functions of primary narcissism is the uniting of the narcissistic individual with the external objective world – not a mere retreat from the objects of the world but the establishment of a certain type of harmony with them: “originally the ego includes everything, later it separates off an external world from itself. Our present ego-feeling is, therefore, only a shrunken residue of a much more inclusive – indeed, an all-embracing – feeling which corresponded to a more intimate bond between the ego and the world about it”. - - the reactivation of prehistoric and childhood wishes and attitudes is not necessarily regression - -.' For Brown, 'the way back behind the processes of sexual organization is not toward the womb but rather toward a transformed narcissism culminating in joyful and loving unification with others.' And, 'To overcome dualism would be to awake out of sleep; to arise from the dead.'Brown says, 'Erect is the shape of the genitally organized body; the body crucified, the body dead or asleep; the stiff. The shape of the body awake, the shape of the resurrected body, is not vertical but perverse and polymorphous; not a straight line but a circle', contrary to my 'stiffening member' comments. Brown says,'Psychoanalysis shows the sexual organization of the body physical to be a political organization; the body is a body politic…'genital organization'...a political arrangement arrived at after stormy upheavals in the house of Oedipus…a well-organized tyranny.' Repeating, Brown on Blake, 'Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.' Again, in my case, 'ghosts can't do it.' Perhaps related is Spinoza's One Substance inspired by his Jewish mystical background in the Kaballah with Adam Kadmon, which William Blake referred to as the Grand Man (see also Gutkind's Body of God or the Mystical Body of Christ). It is not to be taken as static, but involves fluid flows. Brown, like Reich's Cosmic Orgone, saw 'action at a distance – psychic streams' that overcome dualism. Deleuze and Guattari in 'Anti-Oedipus' examined this. For Brown, 'the reality of our life, the reality of which we are ignorant, the reality which we do not want to accept, is our fluid membership and causal interdependence in the intercommunicating world of bodies.' And, he says, 'the mystical body is not, because mystical, therefore, nonbodily.' He, particularly in 'Apocalypse and/or Metamorphosis', looked to replace the Hegelian Marxist dialectical flow with Spinoza's flows. Is it possible that unconsciously Spinoza had the Nirvana of the womb in mind? Influenced by Vankin's 'Malignant Self Love: Narcissism Revisited' and Richter's 'All Mighty: A Study of the God Complex in Western Man', I muse on these narcissists: Brown, Obama, Jesus Christ and above all, God (myself). Freud thought that all human infants pass through a phase of primary narcissism, in which they assume they are the center of their universe and omnipotent, grandiose and full of rage. What Freud defined as secondary narcissism is a pathological condition in which the infant does not invest its emotions in its parents but rather redirects them back to itself. He thought that secondary narcissism developed in what he termed the pre-Oedipal phase of childhood; that is, before the age of three. Freud wrote that narcissism is a form of “magical thinking” for a person in that they believe they can by wishing or will power change situations, conditions from reality to the way they prefer. Brown was a narcissistic fairy who decked himself out in a regal costume complete with self appropriated medals (see Bib portrait). In terms of the hardscrabble, hand to mouth existence of eking out a living in Galilee, Jesus was a freeloader slacker and burden. The Messianic Complex is a psychological state in which the individual believes himself to be the savior of the world and suffers from the delusion that he or she is, at the very least, the Almighty's gift to the world (i.e., God's only begotten Son). 'For you have the poor always with you; but me you have not always.' Jesus feasted with his Apostles confounding his detractors, 'Can you make the children of the bridal chamber fast, while the bridegroom is with them?' But, at the same time, Jesus points away from himself and seeks to deflect the messianic expectations put upon him, trying to evade his superstar status and the attributions of glory. More on Jesus' narcissism: 'Early on, Jesus developed magical thinking, compensatory grandiose delusions, and fantasies of omnipotence and omniscience. A firstborn, he was much pampered by his doting mother. He was a prodigy, a Wunderkind highly intelligent and inquisitive and more comfortable in the company of adults than with his peers. - 'Even at a tender age, he showed a marked lack of empathy and a full fledged case of pathological grandiosity. - - The self imputation of superiority, epiphanic knowledge, and infallibility and the assumption that others need and crave the guru and his message are at the heart of an elaborate construct which often borders on the psychotic. - - He instructed his followers to commit acts that must have had harshly adverse impacts on their hitherto nearest and dearest.' Similarly, Tibet's Dalai Lama as a 'boy in the body of a man' is intended to be such a narcissistic fairy. God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform. You think I (Almighty God) am dumb, misogynistic, homophobic, egotistical, and homicidal...but know I love you (my botched creation). And, in my thick-headed way, I listen to you and learn. I, God, am everything the narcissist ever wants to be: omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, admired, much discussed, and awe inspiring. God is the narcissist's wet dream, the ultimate grandiose fantasy. The narcissist: 'Subtly misrepresents facts and expediently and opportunistically shifts positions, views, opinions, and “ideals”. These flip-flops do not cause him overt distress , he feels justified in acting this way). Alternatively, evidences a lack of empathy. Ignores data that conflict with his fantasy world, or with his inflated and grandiose self-image. This has to do with magical thinking. He is firmly convinced that his dreams, thoughts, and wishes affect reality. Feels that he is above the law, incl. and especially his own laws. Talks about himself in the 3rd person singular or uses the regal “we” and craves to be the exclsuive center of attention, even adulation Have a messianic-cosmic vision of himself and his life and his “mission”. Sets ever more complex rules in a convoluted world of grandiose fantasies with its own language (jargon) Displays false modesty and unctuous “folksiness” but unable to sustain these behaviors (the persona, or mask) for long. It slips and the true self is revealed: haughty, aloof, distant, and disdainful of simple folk. Sublimates aggression and holds grudges. Behaves as an eternal adolescent (e.g., his choice of language, youthful image he projects, demands indulgence and feels entitled to special treatment.' 'Megalomania is commonly understood as a mental behavior characterized by an excessive desire for power and glory and by illusory feelings of omnipotence, some of who believe themselves actually to be God.. The latter can be expressed in the psychopathological form of delusions of grandeur. This type of mental functioning shows systematic denial of otherness and an infantile theory of sexuality. Such a one is adept shape shifter, able to take on many different social faces. These faces are known in Jungian psychology as personas. As Jung himself stated, the term persona “meant the mask once worn by actors to indicate the role played. It is, as its name implies, only a mask… that feigns individuality, making others believe that one is individual, whereas one is simply acting a role” they may react with distain, rage or defiant counterattack”, and if questioned or refused, a tantrum (the fury of a disobeyed god), plus an expectation of servility in women. His unconscious is his conscious. He acts out our most repressed drives, fantasies, and wishes. He provides us with a glimpse of the horrors that lie beneath the veneer, the barbarians at our personal gates, and what it was like before we invented civilization. His reign is all smoke and mirrors, devoid of substances, consisting of mere appearances and mass delusions. His inability to love human beings ultimately transform him into a recluse. In playing God, the narcissist is completely convinced that he is merely being himself. Narcissistic leadership is about theater, not about life. To enjoy the spectacle (and be subsumed by it), the leader demands the suspension of judgment. The narcissist does not hesitate to put people's lives or fortunes at risk. He preserves his sense of infallibility in the face of mistakes and misjudgments by distorting the facts, by evoking mitigating or attenuating circumstances, by repressing memories, or by simply lying. He might even wish to destroy it, as a punishment or revenge for its incompetence. The lack of empathy, the aloofness, the disdain, the sense of entitlement, the constricted sense of humor, the unequal treatment and the paranoia – render the narcissist a social misfit. The narcissist is interpersonally exploitative. He is able to provoke in his milieu, in his casual acquaintances, even in his psychotherapist, the strongest, most avid and furious hatred and revulsion. To his shock, indignation and consternation, he invariably induces in others unbridled aggression. "Humans" (to the narcissist, a derogatory term) are small, fragile, error-prone, pusillanimous, mean, dumb, and mediocre and indulges his sadistic urges and to exercise his misogynism freely and openly. Such a narcissist is likely to taunt and torment his followers, hector and chastise them, humiliate and berate them, abuse them spiritually, or even sexually. The narcissist whose source of authority is religious is looking for obedient and unquestioning slaves upon whom to exercise his capricious and wicked mastery. The narcissist transforms even the most innocuous and pure religious sentiments into a cultish ritual and a virulent hierarchy. He prays on the gullible. His flock become his hostages, and holds the delusion that God is an active participant in the narcissist's life in which constant intervention by Him is a key feature. God is subsumed in a larger picture, that of the narcissist's destiny and mission. God serves this cosmic plan by making it possible. In the overall design of things, small setbacks and defeats matter little. The narcissist is haunted by the feeling that he is possessed of a mission, of a destiny, that he is part of fate, of history. He is convinced that his uniqueness is purposeful, that he is meant to lead, to chart new ways, to innovate, to modernize, to reform, to set precedents, or to create from scratch. Every act of the narcissist is perceived by him to be significant, every utterance of momentous consequence, every thought of revolutionary caliber. He feels part of a grand design, a world plan and the frame of affiliation, the group, of which he is a member, must be commensurately grand. Its proportions and properties must resonate with his. Its characteristics must justify his and its ideology must conform to his pre-conceived opinions and prejudices. In short: the group must magnify the narcissist, echo and amplify his life, his views, his knowledge, and his personal history. In extreme cases, he might even wish to destroy it (as a punishment or revenge for its incompetence.' Characteristics: '* being argumentative, * The most telling thing that narcissists do is contradict themselves. They will do this virtually in the same sentence, * arrogant * conceited * vain * fretful * frustrated/idle * fluctuating between superior and inferior.' My Princess Bride (My Sleeping Beauty) Return to Topics Come what may, we'll always have the Bible and the Brothers Grimm fairy tales. I'm Prince Charming in search of my Princess Bride. '♪ Someday my prince will come.' Sleeping Beauty is not dead, but frozen in a witch's spell (hypnotized) and the entire Kingdom with her, awaiting my kiss that will waken her. What is Heaven? '♪ This monkey's gone to Heaven,'(by the Pixies, in other words, fairies). We're going to St. Brendan's Isle of the Blessed, full of gorgeous beauties, although there's still a Dragon to slay even there. It's the hobo's paradise, the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the elysian fields, utopia. In fact, it's the Land of the Dead! '♪ Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby'. '♪ Why are there so many songs about rainbows And what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, And rainbows have nothing to hide. So we've been told and some choose to believe it I know they're wrong, wait and see. Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, The lovers, the dreamers and me. (The Muppets!) The rainbow was a sign for madman Noah. Worldwide Deluge = Noah's Flood = Floodgates of Heaven I open to drown the planet in my (God's) slime! '♪ Moon River, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker , wherever you're going I'm going your way. Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end-- waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me'. My misspent years as a dreamer fascinated (under a spell) by my TV and plugged in to rock music surprisingly paid off. It got me here! '♪ When you wish upon a star Makes no difference who you are Anything your heart desires Will come to you If your heart is in your dream No request is too extreme When you wish upon a star Like dreamers do' John of Patmos depicted Heaven as continual mindless worship of God. '♪ We're off to see the Wizard!' - which is me! The Wizard of Oz, like myself, turns out to be mostly a con man with smoke and mirrors and bluster and humbug, which Joyce calls'sullemn fulminance'. Behind the curtain, the Wizard used phony special effects, such rattling metal sheets for thunder, to impress as fearsome. The Wizard was using a sham for the real thunder and lightning I send (slime). 'The Wizard of Oz' - Smoke and Mirrors (Compare with Image 1) Return to Topics Heaven is not worship of me at all. Instead, it is a continuous nonstop sex orgy where your every desire is instantaneously satisfied. Women never get pregnant, and there is no worry about sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) or AIDS. If you have a predilection for young girls or boys that is available (hey, I've always had a predilection for very young girls, even though I am not ever going to act on that desire – it's devilish. I don't want the local sheriff raiding my house). I no longer watch regular porn let alone the kiddie stuff. These young angels are known as cherubs. I have an apparent contradiction here, since I just said the angels don't get pregnant, so how come I am talking about young angels? They preexist, they are not born as humans are. I wake up every single day horny, in continuous desire for a woman. I have suffered the worst torture that Satan has here in Hell. Some of the demons here in Hell will outright beat the crap out of you or simply kill you. But the very worst torture that Satan has subjected me to is the continuous torment of being surrounded with excruciatingly gorgeous bombshells/sexpots/dolls who spread their lips and always say 'Yes!, Yes! Yes!' just as Joyce's Molly said 'yes I said yes I will Yes.' It's a Dollhouse! It's a Candy Store! With me so far scheduled to die a virgin! Now that I am head of state, I'm going to go out to pasture and finally get some of my desires satisfied. The only reason I blew out billions of corpses was because I couldn't get laid here in Hell. We missing are deadly, poisonous and explosive! As King, I want to interview candidate Queens. You must understand what it means to be a sex fiend. I'm a sex crazed madman! I, as a sex fiend, have nothing on my mind but being in bed with a woman, any woman who is anatomically a female – as long as she isn't fat – I can't get it up if she is fat. But since gorgeous dolls are a dime a dozen here is Hell (and of course every single woman on the planet is a devil) I want a teen aged beauty. She doesn't have to be a virgin, but she has to understand that I'm going to be in bed more or less nonstop – she really has to enjoy being in bed. And the wedding must be very low key – a civil ceremony before a justice of the peace – no elaborate expensive wedding. My fairy wedding, an alchemical marriage, won't be lavish or extravagant, as opposed those of the Hollywood fairies. But once I select a bride, I will be faithful to her, and expect her to be the same toward me. What I'm looking for is a very young beauty pageant winner. And she must understand that I am very dirty old man. '♪ Hey little sister what have you done Hey little sister who’s the only one Hey little sister who’s your superman Hey little sister who’s the one you want Hey little sister shot gun! It’s a nice day to start again It’s a nice day for a white wedding It’s a nice day to start again.' (Billy Idol – White Wedding) '♪ Lunatic fringe In the twilight's last gleaming This is open season (target: the dolls) But you won't get too far We know you've got to blame someone (the dolls) For your own confusion But we're on guard this time Against your final solution' (Red Rider) As is well known, John of Patmos two thousand years ago had a vision of the New Jerusalem, when Heaven descends to earth. 'The real apocalypse comes not with the vision of a city or kingdom, which would be still external, but with the identification of the city and kingdom with one's own body,' according to Brown. The Kingdom of Heaven is within – we are all one on the Collective Unconscious. All of our sexual needs and wants and desires will be permanently satisfied, the Land of Milk and Honey – Moses' Promised Land (slime), for I'm the Tree of Life – an inexhaustible fountain of the River of the the Waters of Life – me spewing sperm and slime continuously – real fulfillment for the first time. Jesus' bodily fluid (the blood he poured out) was the stand-in for my slime. He refers to the Eucharistic Mass, 'Take eat; this is my body.' I am going to open the floodgates of Heaven (the Secret Rapture) and rain men (sperm and slime) planetwide from my Heavenly perch (Great White Throne) - bathing and immersing us all permanently in the Reichian Orgone - (Heaven on earth - the New Jerusalem) - the superior Christian answer to the fetus bathed in amniotic fluid sought in the Buddhist Nirvana. So Heaven is not continual worship of God (me), but the fact that I bathe everyone in slime! '♪ It's raining men, Hallelujah' (The Weather Girls). '♪ Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside and its ragin'. Will soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'. (Bob Dylan) Madmen such as I have a constant craving. Brown says, 'The testimony of schizophrenia: _they eat and are eaten._ Schizophrenia is 'food trouble' (NOB). I've mentioned four bodily fluids: amniotic for the fetus, spit which Jesus used for his magical cures, milk for babes and blood. For the unconscious, these fluids are all stand-ins for that most important fluid, slime. When Baptists immerse converts in the river (washed in the blood), they're practicing for the New Jerusalem, when we'll all be bathed in slime, after I open the floodgates. And of course it is not really a nonstop orgy, but the fact that once we go native, we will have all sorts of friends and relatives that we'll know and visit regularly. I, as a madman, have never known an adult woman, and it has been many decades since I had any friends. I'm taking the dolls away, to be replaced by people we know and rely on for help. Satan is an ape or mimic. He attempts to recreate Heaven on earth, and instead plunges the entire world into Hell! 'Of all the inhabitants of the inferno, none but Lucifer knows that hell is hell, and the secret function of purgatory is to make of heaven an effective reality.', Arnold Bennett. '♪ If you want to get to heaven you got to raise a little hell.' As Jesus prophesied, 'in the resurrection of the dead (which is you!) they will neither marry or be given in marriage, but will be as the angels of God in heaven.' What Jesus prophesied has now come now come to pass here in Hell, which reproduces what happened in Sodom (totally strictly forbidden, of course). 'Mr. and Mrs. Antrobus are getting nowhere,' Brown observes. They were a bourgeois family from Thorton Wilder's 1942 'The Skin of Our Teeth', exposed by Joseph Campbell as a rip-off of 'Finnegans Wake'. There is no point in getting married with all the sex flowing freely (this is only one way of interpreting the obscure passage. Alternatively, it may mean no sex at all). As an angel on earth I for sure haven't gotten laid so far. But here the flowing sex is so good and so irresistible, that a single angel, namely me, can use this sex to sweep billions to the sky! - what a way to go out (the Secret Rapture)! We are going to fall again, but into innocence this time - brothers and sisters. It will be public knowledge what we're all doing in the bedroom. Heaven has always been only what goes on in bed. There's a reason Muslims think about 72 virgins. The fallacy that put you in Hell – you have a 'natural' desire to be with a woman and she is agreeable. But no one is ever permitted to put it in! The very moment you put it in, you become a devil! The only rule here is, the only rule there ever was is that no one anytime ever, anywhere is ever permitted to put it in. And I will maintain a list of the names of every single man and woman who is a virgin – the ultimate honor roll. '♪ When You Were Young And Your Heart Was An Open Book You Used To Say "Live And Let Live" (You Know You Did, You Know You Did, You Know You Did) But If This Ever Changing World In Which We're Livin' Makes You Give In And Cry Say "Live And Let Die" (stay away from her and don't stick it in!) "Live And Let Die" "Live And Let Die" "Live And Let Die" What Does It Matter To Ya When You Got A Job To Do You Gotta Do It Well You Gotta Give The Other Fellow Hell' (Paul McCartney) But these gorgeous bombshells/sexpots/dolls here in Hell are my kryptonite – they make me go radioactive or nuclear. You may only get tongue tied or dumbfounded, but they leave me thunderstuck and light my fuse! My neutron bomb (invisible to the eye) removes (raptures out) people while leaving structures (buildings, etc.) intact. I am going to have to defuse my timebomb by getting laid. The best TV I've ever seen is the season one finale of 'Heroes' titled 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' where Peter (notice the name) against his will is about to go nuclear and blow up New York City (a walking timebomb). When Robert Oppenheimer, father of the atomic bomb, saw the first blast, he exclaimed 'I am become Shiva, destroyer of worlds!', aware of the ancient Vedic 'nuclear warfare'. He noted it was 'the first blast in modern times.' 'Heroes' TV: 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' Peter Goes Nuclear (a walking timebomb)! Return to Topics 'Li'l Abner' Clown/Joker Jerry Lewis Goes Nuclear (Rigid = Erection) (a walking timebomb) over Bombshell Doll Stupefyin' Jones (Stupefied = Turned to Stone) as she steps out of a phallic rocket Return to Topics (In addition to Stupefyin' Jones, there are other characters with especially significant names: Appassionata Von Climax, Moonbeam McSwine, Earthquake McGoon and Evil Eye Fleagle, Think about what they signify). Harp Playing Angel/Leg Pulling Clown Harpo Struck Dumb (Mute - Goes Nuclear) and Sounds his Angel Trumpet over Bombshell Dolls! Angels, Come Blow Your Horn! Return to Topics How stupid do you have to be not to get laid here in Hell? Dumb as a Box of Rocks! I succeeded in getting a grand total of three women hot and bothered about me – a skanky whore who I put under a spell (hypnotized), another whore and a landlady. Since I'm now in my rightful place as head of state surrounded by gorgeous women, I can pick and choose. So let me draw up a tentative list (drawn from TV): Rachel Ray (who is probably a robot), Teri Hatcher, any woman on 'Deal or No Deal', the legendary Jessica Simpson (who also is so incredible that she is also likely a robot = rigid = erection). I can't omit Anne Hathaway – a very special lady. The Jesus You Never Knew Return to Topics The rock lyric asks: ♪ 'What if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make his way home?' (Joan Osborne) Let me quote again Constantin Brunner on Jesus, 'There he hung, the blasphemer of God and slanderer of the most notable men, the poor malicious fool, the incorrigible wretch, the whoreson and whoremonger, the swindler, the liar, the seducer.' Slightly over the top, but useful for getting Jesus outside the box. Let me throw out some of the ways I have characterized Jesus here. Each of the terms are relevant, although some miss the mark more than others. And, of course, when I use these terms I am also talking about myself from my own experience: THE SPACE COWBOY THE SPACE GHOST GHOST WITH THE MOST THE WHISTLER THE WHISPERING SKULL THE LAST AIRBENDER THE CHOSEN ONE CRAZY SPACEMAN MADMAN DEAD FAIRY KILLER DWARF KILLER CLOWN FROM OUTER SPACE SEX FIEND BASTARD HUMAN GARBAGE WIZARD MAGICIAN ROCKET MAN WITCHFINDER GENERAL ANGEL WATCHER THE FOOL THE JOKER THE PIED PIPER WALKING TIMEBOMB SHAPE SHIFTER DOA ZOMBIE THE GOOD SHEPHERD GOD ALMIGHTY The ancient Kings of Egypt, Babylon and elsewhere carried such honorific epithets, many of which indicated phallic potency for a reason since my member does rise (stiffen = erection)! It has a lumbering life of its own. Some of the names for readers acquainted with the old film serials may resonate. The supervillains of the Saturday matinee cliffhangers had such creepy names as these or the Lightning or the Purple Monster or Dr. Satan. Inhabitants of loony bins as depicted in 'The Ruling Class' (1971) (note the title) are notorious for proclaiming that they are important persons (delusions of grandeur), such as Napoleon, the Pope, Jesus or God (the latter being me). The madmen in the film conduct a sorcery contest (unconsciously a white meringue = spunk = slime pie fight) to decide which of them is the real Christ. 'The Ruling Class' - Delusions of Grandeur By the way, happily, I was never committed, although I am well qualified to be. But in fact, every one of us are empty ciphers. They make little impression and attempt to compensate by drawing others into their delusion (such as you, dear reader)! The answer to the paradox, which psychologists couldn't decipher: All mad people, against their will, are on the rough and rocky road to becoming gods (it's hard to be a god). And only a small part of these actually make it through. Some get lost, such as the criminally insane, and turn to service of Satan. So, Jesus and I are complete ciphers - you can project on us whatever you think we are. We are empty ghosts. And the last thing either of us want is worship - we are here to serve - to rescue you. I can and will lay Satan down for the last time. I won the lottery and blew the place Sky High! '♪ You've Blown It All Sky High By Telling Me a Lie Without a Reason Why You've Blown It All Sky High You, You've Blown It All Sky High Our Love Had Wings To Fly We Could Have Touched The Sky You've Blown It All Sky High' (Jigsaw) '♪ You can spend all your time making money You can spend all your love making time If it all fell to pieces tomorrow Would you still be mine? So put me on a highway And show me a sign And take it to the limit one more time' (Eagles) I send you a sign through the air: '♪ Well, if you told me you were drowning I would not lend a hand I've seen your face before my friend But I don't know if you know who I am Well, I was there and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you've been It's all been a pack of lies And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord And I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord (Phil Collins) Jesus was a wizard. Practically the whole time humans have been on the planet, we have had little knowledge of how to treat diseases. So we waved our hands over you and uttered Mumbo Jumbo - the gibbering of the mad. Hypnosis is Hocus Pocus. This is called in the trade magical passes. This can really help people get better – it's a matter of psychology, which Jesus was expert at. When miracles were attributed to Jesus or asked if he was King of the Jews, he responded 'You have said it!'' The main thing we all want to know is that someone cares and is concerned about us personally, especially if we are about to die. Of course, if you weren't cured, we gave you the last rites and waved you off (in other words, touched you with a drop of sperm). In two stubborn cases of shamanic healing for a blind man and a deaf man, Jesus resorted to spit, the unconscious substitute for that other bodily fluid, sperm. '♪ Jesus just left chicago and he's bound for new orleans. Well now, jesus just left chicago and he's bound for new orleans. Yeah, yeah. Workin' from one end to the other and all points in between. Took a jump through mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine. Took a jump through mississippi, muddy water turned to wine. Yeah, yeah. Then out to california through the forests and the pines. Ah, take me with you, jesus. You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same. You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same. Yeah, yeah. You don't have to worry 'cause takin' care of business is his name . (ZZ Top) You've finally found me in person, the One and Only! Where else would I be but at Angel + Fire? '♪ The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave To the dark and the empty skies, my love' (Roberta Flack) '♪ See the lonely man there on the corner, What he's waiting for, I don't know, But he waits everyday now. He's just waiting for something to show. Looking everywhere at no one, He sees everything and nothing at all - oh. When he shouts nobody listens, Where he leads no one will go – oh. Are we just like all the rest, We're looking too hard for something he's got Or moving too fast to rest. But like a monkey on your back you need it. But do you love it enough to leave it – ah. (note especially) Who's the lonely man there on the corner, What he's waiting for, I don't know. Oh but he waits every day now. He's just waiting for that something to show.' (Phil Collins) '♪ Daniel my brother you are older than me Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal Your eyes have died but you see more than I Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes (biblical Daniel?) Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes' (Elton John) '♪ Go ahead and hate your neighbor Go ahead and cheat a friend Do it in the name of Heaven You can justify it in the end There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgment day On the bloody morning after when... One tin soldier rides away ' (Coven) '♪ And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.' (Leonard Cohen) Leaving the Fleshpots Return to Topics Let's play the children's game: Hot and Cold (holding up my arms). You're cold. You're warmer. Your getting hot. Close! Your the hottest! Bingo! You found it! It's my dick! The bird is the word – the spermatic word, as Norman O. Brown has it. Sperm is the word of the Lord. In the beginning was the Word. God said let there be light. Translation: My predecessor and his angels were sounding their trumpets to close out the last world age/aeon (10,000 year Western Civilization) and begin the new aeon (the New Jerusalem) – sperm and slime flying everywhere rapturing out the people of the previous cycle. Light unconsciously always signifies slime. '♪ After he had journeyed, And his feet were sore, And he was tired, He came upon an orange grove And he rested And he lay in the cool, And while he rested, he took to himself an orange and tasted it, And it was good. And he felt the earth to his spine, And he asked, and he saw the tree above him, and the stars, And the veins in the leaf, And the light, and the balance. And he saw magnificent perfection , (as God once did) Whereon he thought of himself in balance, And he knew he was. And he thought of those he angered, For he was not a violent man, And he thought of those he hurt For he was not a cruel man And he thought of those he frightened For he was not an evil man, And he understood. He understood himself. Just open your eyes, And realize, the way it's always been. Just open your mind And you will find The way it's always been. (Moody Blues) Understand that this is not about your kissing my dick. I'm not here to lord it over you. This is not alpha male/alpha chimp. I'm no sadist. I'm no bully. Again, I'm come to serve. I'm the Good Shepherd come to rescue my lost black sheep (you devils here in Hell). Just like Moses led the Hebrews out of the fleshpots of Egypt on the Exodus to the Promised Land, I'm come to lead you out of the fleshpots of Hell on a New Exodus to the New Jerusalem. Moses said to Pharoah, 'Let my people go!' I'm here to lay Satan down for the last time. I am here to harrow Hell, in Christian terminology. And the nightmare that we're about to embark on will be with all of you and with me until we reach our physical graves. After we go through what's coming up, I guarantee you Satan will never be loosed again. You're getting ready to be punished for your faithful service to Satan – we're going to go through the Great Tribulation. But let no one, including the idiot suicide bombers, disparage the amazing scientific achievements, etc. you've accomplished in your faithful service to Satan. The last place I'd go for an update on the latest scientific advances is the suicide bombers. What a bunch of morons! As the Tribulation begins and the new aeon/cycle opens, we'll enter a new Golden Age (the New Jerusalem), an age in which we're no longer strictly human – an age of gods and monsters. The best will become superheroes or gods, equipped to fight the monsters which will arise at the same time. The shortest verse in the Bible: 'Jesus wept.', which means that we Space Aliens rarely show human emotion such a human love, so it's unusual for us when we do. We are both more than human and less than human – but definitely not human. Alien Klaatu (me) speaks in a robotic monotone. Here in Hell all the men are under a literal witch's spell - that of the Whore of Babylon. Men are literally sex slaves - beasts of burden - blinded and charmed by the dolls. '♪ We'll be fighting in the streets With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgment of all wrong They decide and the shotgun sings the song - - The change, it had to come We knew it all along We were liberated from the fold, that's all And the world looks just the same And history ain't changed 'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution - - - Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again (by the dolls!) I'll move myself and my family aside If we happen to be left half alive I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky Though I know that the hypnotized never lie There's nothing in the streets Looks any different to me And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye And the parting on the left Are now parting on the right And the beards have all grown longer overnight Meet the new boss Same as the old boss ' (God = me) (The Who) 'The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari' (1919) Professor Holding his Wand has Male Subject Hypnotized (under a Spell) Return to Topics The Prosessor is a wizard with his magic wand (= phallus), and the 'cabinet' is the film replacement for a coffin where he raises (= erection) the 'dead' - his subject stiff as a stone statue under his spell. He raises the subject as his alter ego to do what he would really want to to, which is to go out and abduct beautiful women to bring them back to him lair. This was the real objective of Victor Frankenstein when he created his monster. It is a version of the B.E.M. (Bug-Eyed-Monster) to be brougnt up again later. His monster is the rigid member = erection = raised from the dead - it comes up. 'It's alive! It's alive!' proclaims wild-eyed Victor. It has a lumbering life of its own. As a powerful wizard, I'm going to break that spell and wake all the men. In turn, I'm going to put all the women on the planet under a spell. They won't be Stepford Wives or robots, but they will be walking around in broad daylight hypnotized and dreaming. And when I get that accomplished we will be in the New Jerusalem. Paul says with regard to Satan's planetwide spell, 'For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.' Your Household Return to Topics What I'm getting ready to say is the harshest thing I'll say all evening. Look at your household. Which divorce are you on? Are you even married to the woman you're with? How many of you are single fathers and mothers? It so evil for a man to father a child and leave her holding the bag. We have babies having babies here. And look at your children, the fruit of your loins. How many stepkids do you have? I see there in your household that your kids are mongrels, mutts, half breeds, literal bastards (look it up in the dictionary) and worse. Barrack Hussein Obama (a telling name) rightly labels himself a mongrel. Repeating, the very definition of Hell is that the wrong men get inside, thereby breeding devils, demons, and monsters. You have a carnival freakshow menagerie. Brown brought up racist de Maistre; white male supremacy as natural aristocracy - the Aryan Master Race revival of the ancient Vedic Caste System, where everyone is in their proper place in life, making affirmative action the white male burden/handicap. You are in Bosch's 'Hell' where cats and dogs try to interbreed. The opening credits of 'The Devil's Rain' (1975) show images from Bosch's 'Hell'. The title is a deliberate reversal. for the Rain is not from the Devil, but from me, God. Return to Topics Bosch's Hell Look how you've squandered your precious seed packet, the only thing that's matters! My own little seed packet has gone missing, so like you I am a dead man. But I'm dead in a different sense than you. I have no child, no issue. Like Jesus, no one will carry my genetic information in the next generation. This is a third sense of dead I'm using, in addition to corpses and the Living Dead (Zombies). Use the context to decide which I mean. Mostly throughout dead means the Living Dead, which I sometimes remember to note with quotation marks. So, is there an Afterlife, in spite of my earlier comments? Certainly! The Life after Death you are currently living as Zombies is that life! We fairies are notorious for snatching your babies from the cradle so we can substitute our own changelings (sickly dead fairy babies). There should be no children here! Instant Proof You're in Hell Return to Topics You're roaring down the expressway. Now, look at the people in the cars on both sides of you. Do you know who these people are? Have you ever seen any of them before? You can be certain you'll never see them again. Do you know what they think and believe? You're in a dangerous situation. It is a situation ripe for paranoia. For all you know they could be axe murderers, serial killers, child molesters, etc. (I chose these three examples on purpose since they are aspects of what I could have been). You don't know. And here in Hell, considerable numbers of them actually are such heinous types. In the New Jerusalem, we be living in small settlements where everyone knows everyone, and especially everyone's behavior in the bedroom will be known to all. You'll leave your doors unlocked, without a bit of worry. Life in these large cities is life in Hell, which is the next topic. Cities Return to Topics Freud said that civilization is a neurosis (in 'Civilization and its Discontents'). He was too timid. It is absolute madness! 'Tis a stupid thing to build cities, especially these multimillion inhabitant cities. It's a lot or toil and trouble for nothing. Remember that Cain, the fallen son of the fallen Adam first started building cities. The world age/aeon/cycle now coming to a close used to be believed by theologians to be 6000 years long. This cycle began when agriculture was invented and the first cities were built, actually more like eight or ten thousand years ago. The two essential components of Western Civilization were cities and agriculture. Martin Heidegger, a Nazi sympathizer who never recanted, equated mechanized industrialized agriculture with the Holocaust. The rows of corn are people! You are what you eat! Yeats quipped with regard to the Industrial Revolution, 'Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side.' That time was when God said let there be light. In the beginning was the spermatic Word. The Bible begins in Genesis only with the latest world age/aeon/cycle, and there were many prior. Genesis 1:1 opens about ten thousand years ago, with numerous cycles prior. 'Tis a stupid thing to build cities. Over time all the inhabitants turn into devils. The fate of Babylon is the fate of all large cities. Revelation 18:2, 'And he cried mightily with a strong voice saying, Babylon is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.' Again, Jeremiah 51:37, 'And Babylon shall become heaps, a dwelling place for dragons , an astonishment, and a hissing, without an inhabitant.' The 'hissing' is the crackling of the Weird Radio. Note in both cases the imagery here connected with fertility. In Babylon, you lose your manhood! The Whore of Babylon is a castrator! These gigantic cities are full of devils, demons, monsters, vampires, creatures of the night, zombies, robbers, thieves, gangsters, organized crime, juvenile gangs, junkies, winos, prostitutes, pimps, gays, lesbians, dolls, homeless panhandlers – the list goes in. The generic Biblical name for all these denizens is 'Giants'. The term never referred to physical size, but to the fact that they mindlessly, selfishly devour the earth. The Greeks called the monstrous Giants that preceded the gods the Titans, who Zeus smote with lightning. Just like Sodom and as in the days of Noah, as predicted by Jesus and John of Patmos, there are practically no decent people left on the planet. You take your life in your hands when you walk into one of these cities. They're the Land of the Giants, the Land of the Dead. In these cities, it's chaos and anarchy: '♪ Everybody's talking and no one says a word Everybody's making love and no one really cares There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs Always something happening and nothing going on There's always something cooking and nothing in the pot They're starving back in China so finish what you got - Nobody told me there'd be days like these Strange days indeed -- strange days indeed Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high Everybody's flying and never touch the sky There's a UFO over New York and I ain't too surprised - Nobody told me there'd be days like these Strange days indeed -- most peculiar, mama' (John Lennon – 'Nobody Told Me') '♪ People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange' (Doors) '♪ When the baby looks around him It's such a sight to see He shares a simple secret With the wise man 'Thou hast hidden these things from sages and men of discernment, and hast unveiled them to babes .' He's a stranger in a strange land Just a stranger in a strange land And the baby looks around him And shares his bed of hay With the burrow in the palace of the king He's a stranger in a strange land Just a stranger in a strange land' (Leon Russell) '♪ there's a man who leads a life of danger in everyone he meets he sees a stranger with every move he makes another chance he takes odds are you won't live to see tomorrow secret agent man secret agent man they're giving you a number and taking away your name beware the pretty faces that you find a pretty face can hide an evil mind (the dolls) be careful what yo say you'll give yourself away odds are you won't live to see tomorrow secret agent man they're giving you a number and taking away your name' (Johnny Rivers) Well, I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light Or just another lost angel...City of Night (i.e., city in Hell) Never saw a woman... (the Whore of Babylon - the dolls) So alone, so alone' (Doors) Brown waxes poetic about these cities (and gets to display his classical erudition). Some of his epithets: City of Dis (a Level in Dante's 'Inferno') or Pluto; Satan's labyrinth; Stygian waters; the Cumaean gates; the mouth of Hades; the Cretan labyrinth. 'This labyrinthe cave in which we live is the world of the dead; - this metropolis is necropolis.' '♪ Living in the city ain't where it's at It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine It's like trying to drink whisky from a bottle of wine' (Elton John) '♪ Nobody knows where you're goin' Nobody cares where you've been. - - (i.e., life in Hell) Cause you belong to the city You belong to the night Livin' in a river of darkness Beneath the neon light. You were born in the city Concrete under your feet It's in your moves it's in your blood You're a man of the street.' (Glen Frey) '♪ Psychic spies from China Try to steal your mind's elation Little girls from Sweden Dream of silver screen quotations And if you want these kind of dreams It's Californication It's the edge of the world And all of western civilization The sun may rise in the East At least it settles in the final location It's understood that Hollywood sells Californication Pay your surgeon very well To break the spell of aging Celebrity skin is this your chin Or is that war your waging First born unicorn (androgyne Starchild) Hard core soft porn (the secret engine of Hollywood) Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Marry me girl be my fairy to the world Be my very own constellation A teenage bride with a baby inside Getting high on information And buy me a star on the boulevard It's Californication Space may be the final frontier But it's made in a Hollywood basement Cobain can you hear the spheres Singing songs off station to station And Alderon's not far away It's Californication Born and raised by those who praise Control of population everybody's been there and I don't mean on vacation Destruction leads to a very rough road But it also breeds creation And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar They're just another good vibration And tidal waves couldn't save the world From Californication ' (Red Hot Chili Peppers) The vertical structures of cities (phallic Towers of Babel) for Brown symbolize a defiance of Nature and an aggressive phallicity, an attempt to conquer death through lasting and enduring monuments. It's a case of the children's game Simple Simon Says (me). Before you do anything at all always come to me and say 'May I, Lord?' Did you say to me, 'Lord, may I build New York City?' No you didn't. What we have here is a failure to communicate. If you had of asked me, I would have said don't bother, you're wasting your time. I nearly always say no to anything you want to do. As the Bible tells you, 'Thy will be done, Lord.' Is that so hard to understand? But after you've built it, you then come to me and say 'Lord, look at my handiwork. Isn't New York magnificent?' I say you've went to a lot of trouble for nothing. That city has now become filled with demons, devils and monsters. All the cities around the world I have marked for destruction. And they said, 'Go to, let us build us a city and a tower (a ziggurat), whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.' The New York skyline is prideful man's challenge to God (me) and an attempt to storm Heaven by force (Tower of Babel). Compare the Book of Revelation, 'And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels.' Who wins? God (me), guaranteed! How does Attila the Hun get laid? He and his henchmen cordon off New York city. They take great care to extract all the nubile young females. Then they torch the city making a bonfire of its ten million inhabitants, and Attila has a bonus. Gorgeous sex slaves! Attila is on the way! '♪ They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom For trying to change the system from within I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin I'm guided by a signal in the heavens I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin I don't like your fashion business, mister And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin I don't like what happened to my sister First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin (Leonard Cohen) The Tarot Cards Return to Topics The Fool The Tower of Babel The King of the World If you go to a fortuneteller, you'll see them stack the Tarot cards in piles of suits. This shows they don't understand the cards. It takes a Fool to understand them. The cards are simple narrative, start to finish. The cards must be laid out in order. The 0 card is the happy Fool starting out his journey in life in tattered clothes sewn out of the multicolored patches of the Joker with knapsack slung over his shoulder and white rose of innocence while the dog nips at his heels. With each new card he picks up new life experiences and strengths. His head is in the clouds, oblivious of the approaching cliff. Jesus warned: 'Can the blind lead the blind? shall they not both fall into the ditch?' This way to the ditch where I as the Fool am leading you (my Fairy Dump)! Return to Topics The Hanged Man Jesus on the middle cross: '♪ Clowns to the left of me! Jokers to the right! Here I am stuck in the middle with you'. (Bob Dylan) The Fool is not bright maybe, but at least he knows to avoid the fate of the Hanged Man, the fate of the Jews so often and of Jesus in particular on his cross. In the card, his body is the Jewish hexagram shape (Star of David) and has the angelic light of the dove descending. ''And the Holy Ghost descended in a bodily shape like a dove upon him, and there came a voice from heaven, saying, Thou art my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.' Remember, light unconsciously signifies slime (as I said above with me on my Great White Throne). And the halo of light you see in pictures of me and my saints (also in the psychic 'aura' or the 'vril') signifies slime. What Would Jesus Do? 'Halo' Unconsciously = Light = Bathed in Slime! Return to Topics Notes found at williamhenry.net: 'Many Spiritualists' and Christians' acceptance of Spiritualist/New Age claims have argued for "resurrection" in what might be termed an astral or light body, a non-corporeal body suitable for life in an ascenstion the other plane. - - In the case of the transfiguration of Jesus, the term refers to his transformation or shape-shifting into a shining cosmic man, a light being. - In Transfiguration images Jesus is portrayed in front of an open gate, sometimes filled with stars, and composed of various geometric shapes, such as almond-shaped mandorlas (vesica piscis) or stars. Alternately, the gate is composed of concentric rings indicating ‘depth’ or ‘dimension’, and also vibration. (Today, we use the terms ‘stargate’ and ‘wormhole’ to denote such holes in space-time.) - All that was required to effect the transmutation was the Philosopher’s Stone (= the pure tone or ring of the gate). This Stone causes the body to emit or secrete an elixir - the Secretion of the Ages - that purifies the body, transfiguring it to light' (which unconsciously means slime). According to tradition, Jesus in the tomb had such a light body. By the way, Sir James Fraser noted, in addition to Jesus, other bleeding dying and resurrected Gods, such as Osiris, Odin or Adonis share features in common (virgin birth at the Winter Solstice, descent to the Underworld - the Harrowing of Hell - which I'm doing once again with my rebirth as association with fertility). Jesus at Easter and I are the Pagan Spring Fertility God who's reborn. Near the end is the Tower of Babel card . The Tower is being struck by lightning (= slime) and has caught fire. People are jumping out of the upper windows. The Fool as Wizard Rainmaker is doing these special effects. And this precisely is what I did during the Tower of Babel World Trade Center attack, where in addition to the planes, separately I called up my Invisible Rain and Lighting (= slime) planetwide (Mass Psychosis). In the last card, the Joker/Fool, who has jest (not misspelled) come to crown, the wild man from Borneo, stands as the the hermetic Starchild androgyne King of the World, to which I equate the World card. 'Tis jest jibberweek's joke.' Schuchard quotes William Blake, 'the two-fold form Hermaphroditic and the Double-sex'd/ The Female-male and the Male-female.' That's who you see. Me. Standing in front of you as King of the World! However, I don't plan to wear an actual crown like the Fool. Let me elaborate a moment on Mass Psychosis (the Secret Rapture). Repeating some of the list from my 1986 book: PURPLE RAIN COLORED RAIN GREEN RAIN FAIRY RAIN INVISIBLE RAIN BLOWING THE WIND REAPING THE WHIRLWIND IDIOT WIND THE WHISPERING WIND WEATHER WAR PLANET WAVES FIRE AND BRIMSTONE MY PLANETARY ENEMA TWINKLING OF AN EYE THE RAPTURE THE SECRET RAPTURE WEATHER WAR THE FLOOD I said then, 'At first sight, looking over this by no means exhaustive list, it appears we need to get out our umbrellas (or perhaps a degree in meteorology). I also said, 'After all, no one can predict the weather.' '♪ How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, Pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.' (Bob Dylan Both Freud and Jung taught that the unconscious is collective. It is the common possession of all of us. Everyone on the planet is wired together by means of the Collective Unconscious.Brown says, 'The unconscious to be made conscious; a secret disclosed; a veil to be rent, a seal to be broke open.' This is the transmission medium I use on my Weird Radio. Brown noted, 'In the deepest level of our unconscious, we find not fantasies, but telepathy.' Brown says, 'A Magnetic field of action at a distance; or a magical field . . . action at a distance, the center of Freud's interest in the “Occult.” The message I send on it when I get inside your head is frequently garbled, and it fades in and out. The transmission medium is not always clear. The Tower of Babel is the Biblical confusion of tongues (the meaning of Babel) = Mass Psychosis = the gibbering of the mad on the Weird Radio = the Secret Rapture. 'And they said, 'Go to, let us build us a city and a tower (a ziggurat), whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.' 'let us (plural = Elohim) go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech. - This is why it was named Babel, because there the LORD turned the language of the whole earth into babble.' Brown says, 'Civilization originates in stammering, the builder is a stutterer: Balbus babbles; Balbus builder of the Tower of Babel. The thunder is God stuttering: to speak broken heaventalk.' For Brown, 'Confusion, source of renewal', quoting Vico, 'Imaginative metaphysics shows that man becomes all things by not understanding them.' Pentecostals speak in tongues (glossolalia). Brown says, 'The fall is into language.... And overcoming the consequences of the fall is speaking with tongues. ... a second fall into the second innocence; verbum infans, the infant or ineffable word. . . To restore to words their full significance ... is to reduce them to nonsense.... Get the nothingness back into words ... Empty words, corresponding to the void in things. - - Schizophrenics pass beyond ordinary language (the language of the reality- principle) into a truer, more symbolic language' and 'attain the mad truth.' - speaking with tongues; the primordial language, from before the Flood or the Tower of Babel – the dialect of God is solecism.' And, he says, 'Barbarism, or speaking with tongues as in Finnegans Wake polyglot turning into glossolalia. Pentecost' Also, 'if consciousness is all words and no silence, the unconscious remains unconscious. To redeem words, out of the market place - - Out of this world; out of Vanity Fair; out of the market place. Put the mind out of business. Words are to be redeemed; taken out of the market place.' Now that you see me in person, I can tell you straight out what the content of the message I was transmitting was. It was: 'She's getting too hot! Danger! Danger, Will Robinson! The women are waking up!' The Real Story of the World Trade Center Attack, the Tower of Babel for this World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western Civilization) Return to Topics On 9/11, there were three things going on at once, and one was not visible to the eye. First, there were the two planeloads full of zombies whipping through the air going into the Twin Towers. Zombies? Zombies! Yes, as in my Judgment I gave you a few minutes ago, you're dead - the Living Dead! Zombies. In his unconscious, Osama Bin Laden unzipped his pants and sent two silver fairy seeds whistling through the air to the Towers (he was attacking the Whore of Babylon, New York, the financial capital of plantewide Hell). Osama Bin Laden's Silver Fairy Seeds 'The Brain from Planet Arous' -Madman Cackles While Shooting Down Airliners with his Weird Eyes. (Note the Poster Sex Attack) Return to Topics Hollywood closely prophesied this scenario in advance. In 'Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe' (the title itself is a prophecy of me – the Sky Marshal of the Universe - bonus, the cast is donned in fairy Robin Hood tights), at the very end a spaceship (phallic silver seed to the future) is sent hurtling into Emperor Ming the Merciless's stronghold, which is a tall phallic tower where he's holed up, blowing it to smithereens, reminiscent of the Towers. Think of Saddam Hussein deep in his hole (phallic symbolism). (As an Oedipal aside, Flash is the hunk, Dale Arden is the doll and their offspring is the evil dead fairy sex fiend dwarf – Ming the Merciless - me.) Second, there was the anthrax letterbomb attack by obviously a madman. As I said when I discussed the Fool at the Tower of Babel Tarot card, the third thing was me calling up my invisible thunder and lighting (= slime) rainstorm striking at the Twin Towers (Mass Psychosis). I was copying the madman in my favorite movie 'The Brain from Planet Arous' (1958) and shooting airliners out of the sky (compare the poster falling airliner with the all fall down fairy bowling shown in earlier from FlashForward TV). This is Wizard Rainmaking. In other words, I fired up my Weird Radio - the Secret Rapture (holding up my Invisible Radio up) a day or so before the attack (we the gods know when something big is coming down) and continuing for a day or so thereafter . And at 9/11, I was the only one broadcasting. Like Osama, I was attacking the Whore of Babylon, symbolized by the Towers in New York, the financial capital of Hell. The first time I broadcast in 1973, I was only one of hundreds of angels blowing the horn. And in subsequent broadcasts, fewer and fewer were broadcasting, until I was the only one left at 9/11. I'm the last man on earth! By contrast, you aren't men. You are only devils – zombies – the living dead. I have known from my cradle that I was born to rule, and I had my confirmation then, when I as the last man on earth was the only one broadcasting. So you shouldn't be surprised that I now stand before you as King of the World! Neil Young in 'After the Gold Rush' (my second favorite rock song of all time) 'prophesied' this: '♪ Well, I dreamed I saw the knights In armor coming, Saying something about a queen. There were peasants singing and Drummers drumming And the archer split the tree. There was a fanfare blowing To the sun That was floating on the breeze. Look at Mother Nature on the run In the nineteen seventies. Look at Mother Nature on the run In the nineteen seventies. Well, I dreamed I saw the silver Space ships flying In the yellow haze of the sun, There were children crying And colors flying All around the chosen ones. All in a dream, all in a dream The loading had begun. They were flying Mother Nature`s Silver seed to a new home in the sun. Flying Mother Nature`s Silver seed to a new home'. As the Last Man on Earth, the Chosen One he sang of, I turned out to be the Archer for 9/11 with the phallic Towers as targets. As landmarks, they were sitting ducks for my slime cruise missiles (my special effects via my Weird Radio). The silver seeds to the future were the airliners. The 'loading' Neil 'prophesied' is the resulting billions raptured out! Pile 'em high! This is my Cleansing/Culling of the Earth in My Conflagration at World's End! His 'new home' is the New Jerusalem where I'm leading you! The phrase 'tilting at windmills' comes from Cervantes' very early (1605) literary classic 'Don Quixote' meaning to quixotically, madly, futilely attack targets as imaginary enemies. He fantasized he was a knight of chivalry. A telling detail: he felt they were Giants! In 'V for Vendetta' (2005), V, hiding behind a mask, blows up Big Ben as a (phallic) landmark target, takes control of the airwaves, and later attacks the Houses of Parliament, all to impress his lady love, who wavered on accepting him! To Greet the New Golden Age of the Returning Gods - New Jerusalem Descending to Earth! Return to Topics Now, let me pull together the schematic sequence of events now occurring. Traditional Christian prophecy uses strict linear time culminating in the Second Coming and the end of the world. True enough, but quoting Verene on Joyce's Vico, 'Joyce transforms the three ages of gods, heroes and humans of Vico's "ideal eternal history" into a structure of four -- the fourth is the stage of dissolution, heralding the renewal at the end of the cycle.' So Joyce added the upcoming fourth age - the Golden Age (Second Coming) to Vico's three ages. Linear time ends then, and the next cycle begins making a widening spiral (= cone). Brown says, 'a cyclical view of history, a cycle of world ages.' The Vedic Puranas (Sanskrit for 'Ancient Times') labeled this the Kali (means Iron) Yuga, the last period with devolution, corruption and degeneration of character and morals. Corresponding is the Book of Daniel prophecy with the last age as the Iron Age. Similarly for the Greeks, Hesiod called the last age the Iron Age when men have no shame and the gods have forsaken humanity. The Mayan Popol Vuh had four ages. In the age of Wood the creatures walked according to their own desires and neglected to worship the gods and were destroyed by a great flood sent by these gods. Such Flood myths are universal. Arthur C. Clarke's dictum, 'any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic' is profound. Because, in fact, Western Civilization has been the (mainly) white male quest to do actual magic and play God via the circuitous route of science/high technology, with escalating success. Because during this time, the men have been hypnotized/charmed by the dolls (the Whore of Babylon) with tunnel vision, progressively profaning the gods and disenchanting the world and destroying it in the process. It's a cycle of decline and profanation: 'A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover that they can vote themselves largesse from the public treasury. From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates promising the most benefits the public treasury with the result that a democracy always collapses over lousy fiscal policy, always followed by a dictatorship. The average of the world’s great civilizations before they decline has been 200 years. These nations have progressed in this sequence: From bondage to spiritual faith; from faith to great courage; from courage to liberty; from liberty to abundance; from abundance to selfishness; from selfishness to complacency; from complacency to apathy; from apathy to dependency; from dependency back again to bondage.' And, 'The American Republic will endure until the day Congress discovers that it can bribe the public with the public's money.' (de Tocqueville) - pandering bribery and vote buying, such as Obomacare which will bankrupt us. Brown recorded on audio cassette TO GREET THE RETURNING GODS in 1971, transferred to 6 CDs in 2007 (OCLC 19188640; LCD9772). Then he wrote CLOSING TIME where he refers to Joyce's fourth age as a 'interval of timeless formlessness, an interregnum' (translated as a time between kings). This is the lacuna between sucessive cycles (ricorso), the last chaotic phase characterized by individualism and sterility, and representing the nadir of man's fall, to in turn inaugurate the Golden Age of the Returning Gods. Brown says, 'The golden years return.', and 'Waiting for a new dawn.' Also, 'waiting for the return of the theocratic age - to recognize the gods, to greet them.' referring to Martin Heidegger. Heidegger yearned for this, and as a proto-fascist believed the Nazis were its embodiment. Some human beings can come to realize that they are gods — or superheroes — in disguise (apotheosis). TIMETABLE Return to Topics 10,000 Year World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western Civilization) Return to Topics Jay Weidner's Tetrahedral Hyperdimensional Double Cone Time Vortex Return to Topics Double Cone Time Vortex Return to Topics The New Jerusalem as it descends has a sacred geometry described as a Hyperdimensional Cube of Space, such as that of Jay Weidner. Also, compare Weidner's double cone at the center of his sphere with my prior (widening) spiral (= a single cone). Note in fact my World Age diagram is not widening as drawn. Weidner's Tetrahedral Time Vortex is nonlinear. Quoting him, 'Time is a vortex, and we're moving down towards the tip. We're slowly cycling our way down towards the tip of this vortex. And, as we cycle down, the concentric circles grow tighter and faster; so each circle around is faster, but also closer to the last one - and a reflection. As the circle above and the circle below in the spiral are very similar to each other, they are mirrorsof each other. And, at this point, we'll start seeing reflections of this densification of time happening as we approach the tip. And, like the tip of a tornado - which is as hard as a diamond, even though it's only spinning air - when you have spinning time, it also is hard as whatever a diamond is in the fourth dimension, which is what time is. And that's when things get really weird, because, at that point, the circles near the tip begin crossing themselves. - - when we hit that eye at the very, very end of this trip down the vortex there will be no time. And that's what we mean by "the end of time.' I referred to this time vortex in 1986 as an 'accelerating, descending slope' where time speeds up/densifies, often referred to as the 'Quickening'. This accelerating pace of Tribulational birth pangs indicates that it will not be long before the Rapture Again, 'no rest for the wicked' as we're driven mad approaching the funnel tip (the Null Point/Omega Point/Stargate). The event at the Null Point/Omega Point is the new worldwide global Deluge (floodgates of Heaven I open to rain slime).'You can enter God's Kingdom only through the narrow gate. The highway to hell is broad, and its gate is wide for the many who choose that way because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.' This way to my Stargate! All aboard my time machine to the Next Dimension! 'If you take a tetrahedron and you look at it, you can see that it's like a squared-off tornado. And so we're approaching now very quickly this point and all of our reaction times are shortened, and so a mistake is sure to be made. In fact, what's going on actually is - they're making a mistake a day or so, right now. Almost every day, they're passing another law which is just going to make everything much worse when we hit that eye at the very, very end of this trip down the vortex (such as Obamacare). All will be over-energized, ungrounded, and disoriented by living during the last stages of time acceleration. And then we're going to hit the eye, and then there will be no time. And that's what we mean by "the end of time".' Compare with my 1986 'prophecy': We are dealing at this point in time with a nation under siege internally and externally, soon to fall. Numerous other portentous dire events will be occurring simultaneously that will dilute the significance of the central event. The World Trade Center attack (Tower of Babel) was just the inaugural event of a coming series of catastrophes. We are on an accelerating descending slope.' Weidner has many insights into Kubrick's films, especially '2001'. The astronaut psychedelic Time Warp trip to Jupiter signifies he is being driven mad, as in Kubrick's 'The Shining' when daddy goes mad. The Black Philosopher's Stone Monolith is the Stargate that I as the Star Child (a baby in the body of a man) will guide us through (apex tip of the funnel) to create the New World Age/Cycle (the New Jerusalem). Joyce says, 'Finnegan Beginnagain'. The silent, dumbfounding message on the blank Monolith monument (time capsule testament to the future) uninscribed with words: THE taboo must never be violated. 'Finnegans Wake' on deposit on bookshelves around the world itself is such an unintellible mystic tome Monolith monument for the End of the World Age/Aeon/Cycle. As in ancient days, the thought was 'Let this poem be impressed upon on a stone tablet (megalithic Monolith monument), and placed so that one day the others who follow our species might find it and not repeat our mistake of violating the taboo. Brown says, ''Finnegans Wake'is not about anything, it is that thing itself.' I'm the monstrous 'undead' obscene asexual androgynous Starchild/Space Ghost 'castrated' by the primal scene come to haunt the adults. In 'Stargate' (1994), Egyptian Sun God Ra is in fact a power-hungry alien in the form of a young boy dressed like a cross between a pharaoh and a Vegas showgirl (in reality such an androgynous Starchild boy in the body of a man). Quoting extensively, ''2001'displays mankind in the techno-future built by the masters of the Military Industrial Complex. From his other films, especially 'Dr. Strangelove', it is obvious that Kubrick holds no love or respect for these masters. He shows us that this humanity, imprinted by technology, television and the disappearance of nature, is also now nearly void of emotions or feelings. Humanity has become the same as the machines that surround them. Again Kubrick is playing a monstrous joke on the audience. He is now showing us the future as envisioned by the same insane technocrats who destroyed the entire world in his previous film 'Dr. Strangelove' Great transformations cannot take place without violence, death and even total disaster. The human race must go to hell before it can even begin to understand the might of the gods It is a plan that is brilliant, malevolently brilliant, but genius all the same (as from a cackling madman devised by what Weidner labels the shadow government - which means issued by me, God). Globalization married with the Green Revolution created the resulting destruction of ancient, sustainable, farming practices. Globalization has also removed people from the land and forced them into the city. A perfect trap for The Culling. Once they remove cheap oil from the transaction, the entire apparatus will crumble. And it will be a spectacular failure. An All-Fall-Down that takes everything, or almost everything, with it. The entire world economy, now knitted together by the New World Order, will also all fall together.' On conspiracy websites, according to various plans, such as the Kissinger Report, the New World Order views overpopulation as a threat to security, and seeks to depopulate via "limited wars, diseases, and starvation," which we are seeing play out now. Their plan is proceeding through eliminating possible cures for diseases. I remind readers that John of Patmos would wholeheartedly support this NWO with his Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, as do I. 'The Plan went into its final chapter on September 11th, 2001 (that I label the Tower of Babel). With the events in New York and the subsequent wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, it should now be obvious to any thinking person that there is a concerted movement by some force, towards chaos, famine and endless wars. They are doing this because they believe that these events will lead to a dramatic reduction in population. The first signs of real danger will be when the people in the inner city figure out that there is no work. And even if there were jobs it will soon cost too much for gasoline to justify going to work and back. Mass transit systems will beg in to fail as they have to keep raising their prices because of increasing energy costs. This will freeze out the poorer who will no longer be able to afford simple bus fare. Regular maintenance of roads and infrastructures will soon become so costly that they will simply not be done. Roads and highways will fall apart soon after the maintenance stops. The cities will explode when the food supply chain becomes so disrupted that the food is too expensive to transport from the country to the cities. Many factions - mostly of an ethnic nature - will explode, warring against each other as the fight for survival begins. Those with the most guns and best organizations will win these initial conflicts. Those who are not prepared will face an endless series of disasters. No doubt War-Lords will emerge from the cities and break out into the countryside where there will still be food. The people in the country will have to get ready for attacks from the city folks who will be mighty desperate, hungry and pissed. Those in the country, especially those who have land and animals, will be better off than their cousins in the cities. But still there will be huge problems. Due to Globalization and the Green Revolution they will face the uneasy dilemma that nearly no one really knows how to successfully feed themselves. How many of us know how to raise chickens, milk a goat or a cow, or even plant a big enough garden just to feed ourselves? We have been cut off from the knowledge that our ancestors, only one or two generations ago, had from day one. We simply have forgotten how to feed ourselves. Without cheap oil there will be no cheap food. According to the Plan, the end of this age will be one of total and complete chaos. This is The Culling. According to the Plan five to six billion people will be dead before The Culling is completed. (Population control/population reduction/depopulation/alien abuction is a front for human genocide as in the Jonestown and Heaven's Gates Mass Suicides but on a planetwide scale.) According to the Plan, the chosen elites will wait it out. Inside their citadels, inside their underground bunkers, each person who has a seat on these modern Noah's Arks will have done something to deserve being saved (again Dr. Strangelove). And the secret space program and all of these things - flying saucers, and bases on the moon, and the Nazis and Joseph Farrell's great book on the alchemy that the Nazis were doing - this is all part of this group developing the technology for what I call "Project GOOD", which stands for "Get Out Of Dodge". And they're getting' out of Dodge, baby; and they're almost out. (My advice: Take the money and run!) There are words created by different cultures - the Hebrews, the Babylonians, the Sumerians, the Persians - to describe these people. OK? But their real name is very easy, because it describes where they go when they get out of Dodge. They're called the Aryans. "Aryans" is just another word for "Martians", because Aries is Mars. They escape - at the end of the last Kali Yuga - I think, at the end of every Kali Yuga - the same cycle occurs every time; it may even be why there is a Kali Yuga.' (Let me note the pretinent film 'Robinson Crusoe on Mars' (1964). Crusoe is a lone Last Man character such as I who watches in horror as aliens ruthlessly strip mine all the resources. He's in the position of Watchers/Angels and of TV viewers who have a God's eye view, a fly on the wall perspective. Weidner doesn't name this as capitalism which is engaged in destroying the my planet. I don't see any special significance to the Mayan 2012 Winter Solstice date, but indeed the Secret Rapture soon by my hand! Also, I don't think Weidner believes in actual aliens on the planet Mars) 'And everyone's thinking that they're deforesting the planet, raping the mountainsides, enslaving people, doing all this stuff, just because there's something that has gone out of control; but it isn't. It recurs all the time (in cycles). The Vedic texts and the Mahabharata, this is what they're discussing, including the gigantic ships, or arks, as they call them. It's backed up and bolstered by very, very serious ancient texts, Purana texts and Vedic texts, which tell the whole story very clearly. - - The only way for the Golden Age to actually incarnate is for the earth start out in a pristine state again. - - And that's our natural state - very close to the Earth, no agriculture, all fresh foods, a lot of hunting, and a lot of gathering. Very spiritual though. Not a grunting life, but a wonderful beautiful life filled with meditation and a much higher standard of living, which was what was going on before the Aryans emerged.' According to Jesus, 'My kingdom is not of this world.' Life will look primitive to our Western eyes. And, finally again on Kubrick, 'These people are into deep and dark sexual practices. I'll try to be as nice about it as I can. The films, especially the films that follow "2001," are a long expose of a dark, sex-magic cult that rules the world. 'Eyes Wide Shut' is probably the closest to actually coming out and exposing the sexual side of life.' From these diagrams the Christian timetable is amplified. Return to Topics Repeat: Tower of Babel The World Trade Center Attack was the literal fulfillment of the Tower of Babel Tarot card. As Brown says, 'the gods return in thunder'. As I said, 'this was me calling up my invisible thunder and lighting rainstorm striking at the Twin Towers (Mass Psychosis). In other words, I fired up my Weird Radio.' This is one of the multiple Secret Rapture events of which I have been the main instigator, along with several of my assistant angels. '♪ Call out the instigators Because there's something in the air (= slime raining down!) We've got to get together sooner or later Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right And you know that it's right' (Thunderclap Newman) 'Something in the Air' The upcoming final Secret Rapture, by my hand, will be the final conflagration where the world is consumed as prophesied by fire, the net result being a shitload (pardon my French) of corpses, my fairy dump, my planetary enema, again to inaugurate the fourth Golden Age, after I spew slime planetwide! Brown says, 'To bring this world to an end: the consummation devoutly to be wished, the final judgment. - A fiery consummation 'Creation will be burned up.' (quoting Blake.) The Ranters, a seventeenth century Anarchist sect, quoted Revelation, 'The sky vanished like a scroll being rolled up, and every mountain and island was moved from its place.' 'Inception' (2010) portrays 'a skilled thief, the absolute best in the dangerous art of extraction, stealing valuable secrets from deep within the subconscious during the dream state when the mind is at its most vulnerable.' When people talk about seeing movies, they tend to fall back on the rhetoric of dreams — 'the lights came up, and we went back into the 'real' world'. 'Inception' is an elaborate metaphor for moviemaking (movies give a God's eye fly on the wall view). Inception (2010) Conflagration - Sky Vanishing Like a Scroll Being Rolled Up! Inception (2010) The World Turned Upside Down! All Fall Down! Scoop 'em up! Make room! Make room! Pile 'em high! A bonfire offering to the Sun! Also, 'Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe'. Rev 14:15 'Let the dead bury their dead.' Return to Topics A Secret 'Rapture Prophecy? William Blake's Writhing 'Whirlwind of Lovers' in Hell (Dante's 'Inferno') (Compare with my phallic waving Fire Hose spewing). The sentiment among most Catholics and many Christians generally is that there would be no Secret Rapture, and that it's not Biblical. Only a few 'incoherent' verses in (mainly) Paul lend support. Paul was out of his depth and language resources. It is real as the corpses I laid out! And I give it it's proper name: MASS PSYCHOSIS! So, just as Jesus correctly prophesied the Kingdom within a generation, you will soon behold the descent of the New Jerusalem down to Earth from Heaven! Business Return to Topics I said I'm a Communist. The last century was littered with many heinous dictators and tyrants. There are in the present day still many around outside the West. I admire none of them. Like me, they're thugs, goons, morons and idiots. They're stand-ins for the all mad, all bad cliffhanger supervillains who plotted World Domination (mwahahaha!). But I do respect a few of them. I'll name Lenin, certainly not Stalin, but yes on Mao and Castro. Lenin called Leftism an infantile disorder – he was more profoundly right than he knew. Lenin was accusing revolutionaries wanting to establish Utopia (the New Jerusalem) of regressing to the (incestuous) safety of the Mother. Leftists are shrill in tone, because unconsciously they see the taboo is being violated. I also like the Frankfurt School Jews: Horkenheimer and especially Adorno. They made mistakes in their works such as 'The Dialectic of Enlightenment' and have been rightly criticized as elitist mandarins. But here at the End of the World their brand of Marxism has been ultimately vindicated. Castro would never use this terminology, but he's a fair wizard. Specifically, he's a clockstopper (something fairy wizards can do). As a better wizard, I'm going to go him one better (below). He came to power in 1959, looked around and said 'Hey, we've got enough to get by, let's stop the clock!' He made time stand still, and in subsequent years on Havana's streets all you saw were ancient fifties dinosaur cars that were the old gas guzzlers with huge tail fins. And with no repair parts, they were clunkers held together by such as string and chewing gum. Mao's successors used their advantage as a totalitarian state to institute a one child policy in an attempt to control overpopulation, with mixed results. Repeating my earlier, on conspiracy websites, according to various plans, such as the Kissinger Report, the New World Order views overpopulation as a threat to security, and seeks to depopulate via "limited wars, diseases, and starvation," which we are seeing play out now. Their plan is proceeding through eliminating possible cures for diseases. I remind readers that John of Patmos would wholeheartedly support this NWO with his Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, as do I. Population control/population reduction/depopulation/alien abuction is a front for human genocide as in the Jonestown and Heaven's Gates Mass Suicides but on a planetwide scale. Jesus cast the demons that possessed a madman 'My name is Legion: for we are many.' into the Gadarene swine. 'The unclean spirits went out, and entered into the swine: and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the sea.' The madness passed to the herd – 'go jump off a cliff', as in the mad charge of lemmings off the precipice (Mass Suicide). (Remember, Jesus as a madman and knew how to pass madness to others). Repeating, 'In modern times, the Cambodian Khmer Rouge evacuation of Phnom Penh to the Killing Fields was a repeat of earlier ones detailed amidst the anarchy and chaos in the Puranas for the same region – the earlier Ascension/Culling through the Stargate.' I look at the politicians such as John Howard, Gordon Brown and Barack Obama. They are hard-working, honest and honorable. They are all criminals! They've stuck it in! They are automatically disqualified from rule! I want to address the real rulers which are certainly not the politicians. They're all in the bag of the billionaires that are CEOs of the multinationals. These are the real rulers. They prefer to remain anonymous. But, some have stepped into the spotlight and have become celebrities. I'll name Donald Trump, Bill Gates, Richard Branson, Rupert Murdoch, Sumner Redstone, Warren Buffet, Sam Walton (I use his Walmart!), George Soros and Oprah Winfrey. Bill Gates is such a nerd that he didn't even get married until late. A significant number in Hollywood are billionaires. I mean none of you billionaires any harm. And I am not going to confiscate your billions. But I have a question. When are you go to get enough? Between now and the time you die are you going to starve? I don't think so. So why do you continue to pile it up? There is something wrong with you! Brown saw capitalism as anal fixation ('filthy lucre'). As Jesus said, 'It's easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.' In one translation, instead of camel the word is rope. Jesus made a Freudian slip here. Eye of the needle = cunt. The world is precisely 180 degrees upside down - topsy turvy. Hell is an inverted world. As Joyce said, 'It's about to rolywholyover.' 'The last shall be first', as Jesus said. All the most vicious, selfish, greedy backstabbing devils (the billionaires) are on top and the few remaining decent people here in Hell are on the bottom. Adam Smith, the grand theorist of capitalism, said that everyone pursues their own selfish interest (in other words, be devils), and it all works out (the Invisible Hand). The only rule here is: Grab! Grab! Grab! Houses, boats, cars, for sure a woman, whatever you can get you hands on, whether you need it or not. And never stop, just keep grabbing! Quoting Mt 6:19 – 'Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal.' You aren't the slightest bit grateful for anything you have. All you say is: 'More! More! More!' And you don't have the slightest clue where it's all coming from. You don't care a fig that everything you buy that you don't need is helping to destroy my planet. The single most important and revealing verse from John of Patmos is Rev. 11:18 where the wrath will 'destroy them which destroy the earth.' You try the patience of saints! 'Behold, the day of the LORD is coming, Cruel, with fury and burning anger, To make the land a desolation; And He will exterminate its sinners from it.' '♪ Come and join the party, dress to kill Won't you come and join the party, dress to kill Dress to kill It's an eminence front (The Who) It's an eminence front, it's a put on', it's a put on Brown says, 'Apocalypse strips away the decent draperies on which the whole big lie depends, false front, the screen of wall that separates the public sphere from the private parts.' I'm the Reaper! '♪ All our times have come Here but now they're gone (Blue Oyster Cult) Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain (We can be like they are) Come on baby (Don't fear the reaper) Baby take my hand (Don't fear the reaper) We'll be able to fly (Don't fear the reaper) Baby, I'm your man Valentine is done Here but now they're gone Romeo and Juliet Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet) Forty thousand men and women every day (Like Romeo and Juliet [die!]) Forty thousand men and women every day (Redefine happiness) Another forty thousand coming every day (We can be like they are)' 'Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe'. Rev 14:15 And with all this stuff, you're still miserable. I put you out of your misery and rapture you home, just as they shoot horses that are worn out and foaming at the mouth! '♪ In the shuffling madness Of the locomotive breath, Runs the all-time loser, Headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping -- Steam breaking on his brow -- Thank God, he stole the handle and The train won't stop going -- No way to slow down. He sees his children jumping off At the stations -- one by one. His woman and his best friend -- In bed and having fun. He's crawling down the corridor On his hands and knees -- Old Charlie stole the handle and The train won't stop going -- No way to slow down. He hears the silence howling -- Catches angels as they fall. And the all-time winner Has got him by the balls. He picks up Gideon's Bible -- Open at page one -- God stole the handle and The train won't stop going -- No way to slow down. (Jethro Tull) That stuff doesn't make you happy. Brown says, 'Amidst riches we are poor, precisely because we have made fetishes of our commodities and emptied or ejaculated ourselves into them.' It's an old, old story. Adam Smith said it all works by the Invisible Hand. Smith was blind as a bat! The Invisible Hand is the Whore of Babylon, nothing less! And all the billionaires are in service to the Whore of Babylon. They are her slaves, beholden to Mammon and the marketplace. In turn, the Whore serves Satan himself. As another famed economist, John Maynard Keynes (apostle of massive government deficits), noted, "Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone." This winner take all meritocratic jungle is mirrored/aped by the Hollywood superstars. Also, as the saying goes, 'too many chefs spoil the broth.' It gets crowded as the top where the competition is cutthroat. I am not going to close the stock market, but what I am going to do will cause it to crash. The collapse of the Soviet states demonstrates that only capitalism delivers the goods, and it will still exist, but in modified form. Previously, I listed some examples of things we won't be making in the New Jerusalem. I will keep stock market open, but I will maintain a lengthy list of things we don't make anymore. We will make only about 10% of the things we presently make. Capitalism will still exist, but only in a limited arena. And the stock market will have fallen to nearly zero, so it won't be much of a market. There will be no advertisements in the New Jerusalem. The very definition of an advertisement is to get you to buy something you don't need or want. It's selling refrigerators to Eskimos (a non PC word). In the New Jerusalem, we will take only what we need, and leave the rest. The way advertisers sell their goods is to use Sigmund Freud. Proof that Freud is correct, is that, by the Twenties, the industry listened to Freud. And from that point on, the industry has always used him with complete success. It is Marx's fetishism of commodities. And most advertising has always been oriented towards women. She has usually been the primary shopper in the household. Let women buy what they want, and they will try to buy the 'stairway to heaven' – the Led Zeppelin song. That is, the only thing really on a woman's mind is to get a man and get a seed. She buys all the fashionable clothes and cosmetics, etc. solely for that purpose (again, this is Marx's fetishism of commodities). Brown says, 'All work is women's work. Every commodity is, as Marx says, a fetish, that is to say a non-existent penis. An investment.' She's a black hole – she sucks all these things in like a vacuum cleaner. In a woman's unconscious, the things she piles up from the store are seeds. That's all that's on her mind. She's building her nest. She doesn't really need or want any of this stuff. All she has to do is wiggle her finger to get what she really wants. She didn't need to buy any of it. As Led Zeppelin sang, '♪ with a word she can get what she came for.' We're in the utopia of the dolls. Their every whim is instantly gratified, and most of what they ask for they don't need. They enjoy grinding men down into the dust running them ragged getting them this and that. The New Jerusalem is the male utopia, where women are handmaids. William Morris' proto-Communist utopia, 'News from Nowhere', was a prophesy of the approaching New Jerusalem, where the women are handmaids. Do I support feminism? Not! I've never been PC - Politically Correct! Take that feminazis! The West used to be patriarchal, but has long since ceased to be so. The Whore of Babylon reigns by default since we men have lost our patriarchy – the dolls call the shots here. You may have noticed that I have been addressing only the men here, as it should be. The Bible of course is patriarchal, starting in Genesis with who begat whom. I am 1000% patriarchal, and am going to reinstate patriarchy. All the freightliners on the highways, all the cargo ships at sea, and all the freight trains on their tracks all dance to the Whore of Babylon's (the doll's) tune. She's a veritable Pandora's Box of ills. So often these days, my good man, you have a woman boss. A woman tells you what to do. Question: Seed, seed, who's got the seed? Last time I checked you do. How far is she going to get without a seed? Nowhere! How come a woman is telling a man what to do? We have women combat jet pilots here! Totally absurd! Who is really sane, and who is really mad here? I can be rightly accused of being a misogynist here, but I don't hate women. And I'm against both physical and psychological abuse. But my mission is to hypnotize and put all the women to sleep under my spell. Repeating, Paul says with regard to Satan's planetwide spell, 'For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.' Those in service to Satan are trying to 'save the appearances', as Brown put it. The only valid choice is either the females in command or men. Both ways you get steely taskmasters. But women can't see. They can't look beyond themselves and their families. Men have heart. 'Father knows best.' The band Aqualung informs us in 'Strange And Beautiful (I'll Put A Spell On You)': ♪ ' I've been watching your world from afar, I've been trying to be where you are, And I've been secretly falling apart, unseen. To me, you're strange and you're beautiful, You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see, You turn every head but you don't see me. I'll put a spell on you, You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you. Another question: Why must any virgin have to work? If no one at all had stuck it in, not even once, there would be nobody here, and nothing you see would be here. As Joyce points out in the WAKE, 'to remind us of how, in this drury world of ours, Father Times and Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch. Which every lad and lass in the lane knows.' Again Joyce, 'It's as semper as oxhouse humper!' '♪ Everybody knows the secret (I gotta secret –I'm a virgin!) Oh, everybody knows the score, yeah, yeah I have finally found a way to live In the color of the Lord' (Blind Faith) '♪ And you may ask yourself What is that beautiful house? And you may ask yourself Where does that highway go? And you may ask yourself Am I right?...Am I wrong? And you may tell yourself MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?' (putting it in!) (Talking Heads) ' We skipped ♪ the light fandango turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick but the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink the waiter brought a tray And so it was that later as the miller told his tale that her face, at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale' (Procul Harum) (Crowd clamors to see her, the real star of the show, as my bawdy namesake from Chaucer grosses her out and freezes her into a stone statue.) It's a phantom empire! We have become another Atlantis - a Lost Contintent! It was all built on a bed of sand. '♪ Castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually' (Jimi Hendrix). Gene Autry played the Space Cowboy in 'The Phantom Empire' serial from 1935. I'm the real Space Cowboy! Remember it was at the height of the Depression. It seemed in those desperate days that Hollywood's prophecy of all the superscience would never come to pass. It did come to pass with all the amazing scientific marvels we have now. But it all came at a fatal price. There's the devil to pay. We have to pay the piper - a fairy collect. It was all a fairy show that Hollywood put on for us - a fairy trap. For at the end of the serial, the advanced technological civilization literally melts before Gene's eyes. Hollywood made a spot on prophecy of the price we are going to pay for our service to Satan! In terms of the Christian three story universe, the fairy world of superscience can slide the aboveground world into Hell. Clint Eastwood was another Space Cowboy in 'High Plains Drifter' where he circumscribed a forbidden zone by having the folk paint the town red to mark it, a colloquial phrase for a 'crazy' thing to do. Legal Reform Return to Topics Precisely as in Sodom, the legal system is upside down. Obvious murderers and heinous criminals go scot free, and minor offenders get stiff sentences. Miscarriages of justice are rampant. Day and night on TV lawyers advertise to take you're case, Everyone sues everyone, just as in Sodom. I'm going to completely overhaul the tort system and class action suits. Tax Reform Return to Topics No one on the planet understands the tax code. I'm going to switch to a Fair Tax with no more tax forms at all. The Illegal Aliens Return to Topics I'm going to interrupt the discussion to get a piece of business started this evening. Uncle Sam has gone senile, and can't even maintain the integrity of the borders, the most elementary function of a state. As of this moment, the INS is strictly an enforcement agency. I nominate Pat Buchanan to be it's head, if he will accept. There will be zero immigration until further notice. The Constitutional provision (the 14th Amendment) that children born to non citizens in the U.S are citizens is suspended. At places where illegals sneak in, we are going to set up a several mile demilitarized zone, and lay down land mines – no fences needed. We'll also have agents patrolling by land and air. Any human beings in the DMZ, night or day, will be shot. And you will not receive a burial. Your bones will be left to bleach in the desert as vulture food. The INS is tasked with coming up with all the information on who is legal. This will take no doubt several months, since as a Federal agency, they typically don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. I should know, since I worked until my retirement as a Washington, D.C. Fed. I deliberately chose that work, because it's excellent work for slackers. With a Master's degree in Physics, I had a literal offer to be a rocket scientist - to work at Kennedy Space Center for NASA. But I chose an easier job. That was a front for my real separate full time job – becoming God, which is unbelievably hard and all consuming. I deliberately chose slacker work while I was developing my powers. Just like Clark Kent and all the superheroes, I had a secret, dual identity. Like them, I have superpowers, and my superpowers are real! I'm a superhero! I need to have my costume designed. On second thought I'll just wear Superman's. Actually, you'll always see me in casual clothes. In my secret identity, I was a mad scientist in addition to my real life role as an actual scientist, on the rocky road to becoming God (it's hard to be a god). Back to the illegals: Every illegal alien tomorrow morning will put a for sale sign on their house, car, etc. You can also transport your goods with you to your home country. When you get your cash, head for the border. If you don't have transportation, we'll organize transports. Since all the illegals will be putting their assets up for sale at the same time, many will be taken advantage of. I realize you'll only get pennies on the dollar. We'll commission ships for those from overseas. I will not negotiate with your home countries nor pay a bribe for them to accept you back. You have to go for two reasons. 1. We don't have time to assimilate you, we've got too many other problems on the plate right now. 2. We need those jobs. Jobs are shortly going to be nearly impossible to find. Plenty of people will be happy for any job they can get. All illegals are felons, after all. If you're illegal, and you don't leave, once the INS has the information, it will make repeated sweeps of all neighborhoods. If you wait till you're picked up, you won't be able to cash out your assets, and Uncle Sam takes your house, etc. Illegals picked up in the sweeps will get one hearing before a judge to prove they are legal. If the judge rules against you, you will be shot. As of this moment, no illegals will attend any school in this country. You will receive no hospital services unless you pay for them. If your home country won't admit you, we'll park you on the border of your country in tent cities until someone does take you. All Aboard My Time Machine! Return to Topics Dig my Emperor's New Groove! When I sing and dance, it mostly comes across as the pathetic mumbles of Frankenstein's monster (mad gibbering) in 'Young Frankenstein' when he attempted to sing '♪ Putting on the Ritz', rather than suave crooning. He spoke in a squealing, dumbfounded, mute speech. But here goes!: 'Rocky Horror Picture Show'- 'Let's Do the Time Warp Again' Return to Topics ♪ 'It's astounding Time is fleeting Madness takes its toll But listen closely Let's do the Time Warp again Let's do the Time Warp again It's just a jump to the left And then a step to the right With your hands on your hips You bring your knees in tight But it's the pelvic thrust That really drives you insane Let's do the Time Warp again Let's do the Time Warp again It's so dreamy Oh, fantasy free me So you can't see me No, not at all In another dimension With voyeuristic intention Well secluded, I see all With a bit of a mind flip You're into the time slip And nothing can ever be the same You're spaced out on sensation Like you're under sedation Let's do the Time Warp again Let's do the Time Warp again 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' I, God, am an inventor. I am all the time constructing new devices. Here in my hands is an example - my very latest, improved model Weird Radio. See the dials where I tune it in (holding up my invisible weird radio, tuning the dial). Again you may go, 'Lord, you're shucking me! You are holding nothing in your hand!' I reply that I can see and tune my radio just fine. I said I was going to go Castro one better. I have constructed a time machine. – my latest and best device. Everyone on the planet is going to get aboard my train I have constructed, no exceptions, starting with the next session. I'm the conductor on a runaway train, and you will be sealed cargo. Repeating my earlier, 'We're all passengers as sealed cargo aboard one of Hitler's cattle cars for 'imperfect Aryans' (mongrels and mutts) on a Hellbound train to his Death Camps and Gas Chambers (my planetwide rain of slime!)' It's going to be a rough and rocky passage, but I'm charged with keeping it as painless as possible. The main thing is to keep your wits about you, do what I say, and many, if not all, will get out of this alive. Repeating Procol Harum's 'Salty Dog' (= Me as the Captain), '♪ Explore the ship, replace the cook:, let no one leave alive!' Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly? A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die' = the swan song of dying civilizations (Brown) as all are driven mad! My time machine does not travel in geographic space. It travels only in time. It only goes one direction in time - backwards. As the titles of the movies say, we're going 'Back to the Future', 'Somewhere in Time'. Joyce says, 'A way a lone a last a loved a long the / riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.' Browm says, 'the sober reality of the human condition – the necessity of labor - to be disclosed after the show is over, after the farce has ended.', which is after I break the Whore of Babylon's Witches Spell! '♪ Are you reelin' in the years Stowin' away the time Are you gatherin' up the tears Have you had enough of mine' (Steely Dan) '♪ People get ready, there's a train a comin' You don't need no baggage, you just get on board All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin' (inside your head) Don't need no ticket, you just thank the Lord People get ready for the train to Jordan It's picking up passengers from coast to coast Faith is the key, open the doors and board 'em There's hope for all among those loved the most. There ain't no room for the hopeless sinner Who would hurt all mankind just to save his own Have pity on those whose chances grow thinner For there's no hiding place against the Kingdom's throne So people get ready, there's a train a comin' You don't need no baggage, you just get on board All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin' Don't need no ticket, you just thank the Lord' Curtis Mayfield '♪ Swing low, sweet chariot, (my Gliding Fairy Boat/Heavenly Throne Perch from which I drop slime bombshells on the dolls!) Comin' for to carry me home; Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin' for to carry me home. I looked over Jordan, And WHAT did I see, Comin' for to carry me home, A band of angels comin' after me, Comin' for to carry me home.' 'Flesh Gordon'(1974) My Gliding Swan Fairy Boat/Heavenly Throne Perch/Aerial Car/Chariot Crashs and Burns! (God = Me Down to Earth) I'm going to roll the clock planetwide back to approximately 1900 - very slowly and carefully. My time machine will plunge the entire planet into a deep spell. If we go too fast, we'll loose more people than otherwise on the way. We're facing the most extreme emergency my poor battered planet has ever faced. I've got billions of you devils in service to Satan, and under his orders you've almost succeeded in destroying my planet. Every word from the lips of Satan you hop right to. The damned don't cry. The bad sleep well. You don't question Satan. The Bible said you must obey every word, every spermatic word, from the mouth of the Lord. My mouth. You don't. I don't get no respect. I'm going to do what Jesus Christ and Karl Marx was going to do. Watch Mr. Wizard (me)! Jesus, Marx and all the Old Testament prophets were all renegade Jews. I like renegade Jews. They always come up with interesting messianic ideas. Barack Obama (mentored by Weather Undergrounders such as Bernadine Dohrn) style socialism and genuine communism are poles apart. Both nationalize the private sector including health care, etc. Socialism desires infantile dependent freeloader wards sucking the government teat (the incestuous mother fixation I took up earlier). Brown says,'Politically we are endlessly docile. We lust after authority. Toward authority we are infantiledependent. We foist off our responsibility on others: our vicars act vicariously in our places, and the presidency can be turned into a virtual dictatorship just under our lethargic gazes. The parallel is with a child's-eye view of the primal scene, the parents in coitus, and the effect of the primal scene is castration. We become voyeurs rather than participators. Genital organization rather than polymorphous perversity.' The objective of communism is the 'withering away of the state.' - to end global multinationalism and to dissolve all state organizations, an event 'prophesied' in 'The Phantom Empire' serial from 1935. I'm going to do what Jesus and Marx were going to do. We are going to go off and be mostly native, mostly barbarian, stupid idiots like we always are. We will be in fact becoming highly evolved the spiritual beings, who can access hyperdimensions/other dimensions/the Other World. You say that this was not in your plans, no thank you. You've got your three piece suit and your townhouse. You're not eager to put on a loincloth. We must head in that direction for the sake of the survival of my planet. We're going to have to have a low footprint on the ground. Marx complained of the 'idiocy of rural life'. But I'm leading you to John Denver's: '♪ Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads' '♪ When are you gonna come down When are you going to land I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened to my old man You know you can't hold me forever I didn't sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues So goodbye yellow brick road ( Dorothy's Utopia of the Dolls) Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road What do you think you'll do then I bet that'll shoot down your plane It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics To set you on your feet again Maybe you'll get a replacement There's plenty like me to be found Mongrels who ain't got a penny S niffing for tidbits like you on the ground ' (Elton John) '♪ Everybody's building ships and boats Some are building monuments, others are jotting down notes Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here Everybody's gonna jump for joy Come all without, come all within You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn' (Bob Dylan) ' Bodhisattva (♪ also called Buddha) I'm gonna sell my house in town Bodhisattva I'm gonna sell my house in town And I'll be there To shine in your Japan To sparkle in your China Yes I'll be there Bodhisattva' (Steely Dan) In the Deep South, they're clockstoppers: '♪ Summertime and the livin is easy Fish are jumpin and the cotton is fine Oh your daddys rich and your ma is good lookin (Oedipal Son of a Gun and SOB) So hush little baby, dont you cry One of these mornings You're goin to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take the sky But till that morning Theres a nothin can harm you With daddy and mammy standin by' '♪ L.A. proved too much for the man (Too much for the man, he couldn't make it) So he's leaving a life he's come to know, ooh He said he's going back to find Ooh, what's left of his world The world he left behind not so long ago He's leaving On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah Said he's going back To a simpler place and time, oh yes he is I'll be with him On that midnight train to Georgia I'd rather live in his world Than live without him in mine' (Roberta Flack) '♪ Somewhere beyond the sea, somewhere waiting for me, My lover stands on golden sands And watches the ships that go sailing. Somewhere beyond the sea, he’s there watching for me If I could fly like birds on high Then straight to his arms I’d go sailing. It’s far beyond a star, it’s near beyond the moon. I know beyond a doubt, my heart will lead me there soon.' The Unconscious is Collective. Paul declares, 'there is no respect of persons with God.' The Kingdom of Heaven is within where we are all One. Brown concurs, 'God does not go for personalities; nor does the Last Judgment consist in the award of prizes to personalities for the performance of their parts. The performance principle must go; the show must not go on. The parts are not real: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus; he is not your personal savior. In the Last Judgment, the apocalyptic fire will burn up the masks and the theater - - psychoanalysis is not 'ego psychology' - ; the ego is a 'me' fabrication, a piece of illusion (Maya)'. 'Man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart.'. Brown says, 'It is not that children, neurotics, and primitives are so stupid as to be unable to discriminate between words and things; it is that they not are so repressed as to be unaware that personality is a social fiction, a name a magical invocation of a particular role in the social drama.' For Brown, 'The outcome of psychoanalysis is the discover that magic and madness are everywhere. - The mad truth: the boundary between sanity and insanity is a false one. The proper outcome of psychoanalysis is the abolition of the boundary.' Satan highly esteems intellect, and you collect tokens such as degrees here in Hell, but I'm concerned with your heart. Further, 'Violent eruption, vulcanism; the patient becomes violent as he wakes up. The madness of the millennia breaks out; madness is, Dionysus is violence. 'Whereas psychoanalysts view schizophrenics as trapped in private symbolic worlds they cannot distinguish from what we call reality, Brown regards schizophrenic thought as liberated from false boundaries between mental and physical categories.' The crucified body, the crucified mind. The norm is not normality but schizophrenia, the split, broken, crucified mind. "If we throw a crystal to the ground, it breaks, but it does not break haphazard but in accordance with line of cleavage it falls into fragments, where limits were already determined by the structure of the crystal, although they were invisible. Psychotics are fissured and splintered structures such as these. We cannot deny them a measure of that awe with which madmen were regarded by the people of ancient times." Split the stick and there is Jesus. It is not schizophrenia but normality that is split-minded; in schizophrenia the false boundaries are disintegrating. . . . . Schizophrenics are suffering from the truth. . . . in schizophrenia: “what happens to the person's own body – is identical with what happens in the universe.” - The body that is identical with the environment. Schizophrenic thought is "adualistic"; lack of egoboundaries makes it impossible to set limits to the process of identification with the environment. The schizophrenic world is one of mystical participation (= participation mystique of animism); an "indescribable extension of inner sense"; "uncanny feelings of reference"; occult psychosomatic influences and powers; currents of electricity, or sexual attraction—action at a distance. . . . A Magnetic field of action at a distance; or a magical field . . . action at a distance, the center of Freud's interest in the “Occult.” Dionysus, the mad god, breaks down the boundaries; releases the prisoners; abolishes repression; and abolishes the principium individuationis, substituting for it the unity of man and the unity of man with nature. In this age of schizophrenia, with the atom, the individual self, the boundaries disintegrating, there is, for those who would save our souls, the ego-psychologists, "the Problem of Identity." But the breakdown is to be made into a breakthrough; as Conrad said, in the destructive element immerse. The soul that we can call our own is not a real one. The solution to the problem of identity is, get lost. Or, as it says in the New Testament: "He that findeth his own psyche shall lose it, and he that loseth his psyche for my sake shall find it." Symbolism is on the track of a former identity, a lost unity. - - The tendency of the sexual instinct is to restore an earlier state of things, an earlier state of unity. - - Union and unification is of bodies, not souls. The erotic sense of reality unmasks the soul, the personality, the ego; because soul, personality and ego are what distinguish and separate us; they make us individuals, arrived at by dividing till you can divide no more—atoms. But psychic individuals, separate, unfissionable on the inside, impenetrable on the outside, are, like physical atoms, an illusion; in the twentieth century, in this age of fission, we can split the individual even as we can split the atom. Souls, personalities, and egos are masks, spectres, concealing our unity as body. For it as one biological species that mankind is one—the ’species essence’ that Karl Marx looked for; so that to become conscious of ourselves as body is to become conscious of mankind as one. . . . It is the erotic sense of reality that discovers the inadequacy of fraternity, or brotherhood. It is not adequateas a form of reunification of the human race. We must either be far more deeply unified or not at all. The true form of unification which can be found either in psychoanalysis or in Christianity, in Freud or Pope or Karl Marx – is – we are all members of one body. "The patient connects herself with everybody." "You and I, are we not the same? . . . Sometimes I cannot tell myself ...” - - The unification of the human race: a mental fight, a struggle in and about men's minds. The rents, the tears, splits and divisions are mindmade; they are not based on the truth but on what the Buddhists call illusion, what Freud calls unconscious fantasies. The prevailing sense of reality, the prevailing forms of knowledge, are ruled by the instinct of aggression and division, are under the dominion of the death instinct. We are in Satan's kingdom; to build a Heaven in Hell's despite is to construct an erotic sense of reality. - - We are all fractions. We are broken When the infant realizes his separation from the mother in the oral stage of sexuality, he denies separation (and thus external reality) and begins to invest in a dream of regainable pleasurable union. Negation of the external is an act of the death "instinct". The reunification of Life and Death - accepting for a moment Freud's equation of Death and Nirvana – can only be envisioned as the end of the historical process. And, you can't fix stupid. "Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain." 'For you have the poor always with you.' I'm fine if you're stupid (and thus poor), in spite of Brown and my earlier comments on white male superiority, if you have heart. Twinkle Town Return to Topics Nothing good ever has come from Hollywood. Everything has been a deadly poison putting us ever deeper in Hell. Repeating, Hollywood has been spoon-feeding/throwing out signs/leaving clues/leading down the garden path to my fairy dump knowing in advance the final fatal destination. Repeating, 'We're all passengers as sealed cargo aboard one of Hitler's boxcars for 'imperfect Aryans' on a Hellbound train to his Death Camps and Gas Chambers (my planetwide rain of slime!)'. And, repeating Procol Harum's 'Salty Dog' (= Me as the Captain), '♪ Explore the ship, replace the cook:, let no one leave alive!' Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly? A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die' (= the swan song of dying civilizations (Brown) as all are driven mad by Hollywood)! The movies had unsavory origins. Their origin was traveling carnivals and vaudeville shows. Movies were severely frowned on in the early days of the industry. The people behind them have always been sleazy, low lifes. They amount to dead fairies as a group, although, you can't say that about any particular individual. It takes one to know one. I'm a dead fairy also. And I see what Twinkle Town (or, Tinsel Town) really amounts to. Don't ever sit down at a poker table where opposite you are fairies. You need to know that if you lose, they'll not only take the shirt off your back, but they are going to kill you. You are betting your life. And you also need to know that they always hold the high cards before you sit down at the table. When you lay your hand on the table, they always slap down a better hand. The moral is that children shouldn't play with dead things. The wares Twinkle Town sells are all deadly fairy poison. Joyce says, 'swishingsight teilweisioned' . (Joyce's prophesy prior to regular TV broadcasts). Joyce well understood that TV was a swishing fairy show. Joyce actually managed a movie theater at one point in his career. Hollywood's agenda is to at a minimum drive all the men mad (notice the numerous films about amnesia and insanity), or better yet kill them (another theme)! This stuff'll kill ya! Their benefit is more dolls left over for the sex crazed fairies that run Hollywood. Joyce says, 'Hip champouree! Hiphip champouree! O you longtailed blackman, polk it up behind me! Hip champouree! Hiphip champouree!' Hollywood is making monkeys out of us - 'too much monkey business' as Hollywood labels itself! I as also a sex crazed fairy recognize their game which plunges us into Hell and as Savior, I rescue the men and remove the dolls! In place of hard headed 'believe it only if you see it' science and it's wonders, I give you the original magic once again, which is much easier to do and requires no equipment (except what's below your belt): fairy science which in fact is barn house science = what goes on in the bedroom, Hollywood's monkey business. Joyce agrees, 'It's as semper as oxhouse humper!' What you see on the TV is what I, God, have always been able to see without the need for a TV screen – I am all-seeing in my omniscience. And once TV lets you see what I see, it will turn you into a Fool like me also – TV gives you a god's eye view like me, a fly on the wall perspective. It's a boob tube. It will warp and rot your brain and turn you to stone, the condition I've been in from birth. '♪ I had too much to dream last night.' (Electric Prunes) (watching TV - band name suggests planetary enema?) '♪ Streets full of people, all alone Roads full of houses, never home Church full of singing, out of tune Everyone's gone to the moon (turned to stone/slowly driven mad by their TV sets!) Eyes full of sorrow, never wet Hands full of money, all in debt Sun coming out in the middle of June Everyone's gone to the moon' (Jonathan King) There's an obscure film from the early days of TV – 'Meet Mr. Lucifer' (1953). The message of the title and the storyline is that everything on the TV is straight from Hell, and if you participate in any of it, you'll become a devil. Everything you see on TV - all the people -everything - is a broadcast straight from Hell. TV is the devil's picturebook. It is mind destroying infantile garbage and filth. I must shut it all down to put all the women to sleep! '♪ When I think back On all the crap I learned in high school It’s a wonder I can think at all And though my lack of education Hasn’t hurt me none I can read the writing on the wall Kodachrome (TV as omniscient – God's eye view, a fly on the wall perspective) They give us those nice bright colors They give us the greens of summers Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, oh yeah I got a nikon camera I love to take a photograph So mama don’t take my kodachrome away If you took all the girls I knew When I was single And brought them all together for one night I know they’d never match My sweet imagination And everything looks worse in black and white (Paul Simon) '♪ Leave your cares behind come with us and find The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind (the Unconscious) Come along if you care Come along if you dare Take a ride to the land inside of your mind Beyond the seas of thought beyond the realm of what Across the streams of hopes and dreams where things are really not Come along if you care... But please realize you'll probably be surprised For it's the land unknown to man Where fantasy is fact So if you can, please understand You might not come back Come along if you care Come along if you dare Take a ride to the land inside and you'll see How happy life could be if all of mankind Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind Would take the time to journey to the center of the mind Center of the mind' (Amboy Dukes) ' We're playing those mind ♪ games together Pushing the barriers planting seeds Playing the mind guerrilla Chanting the Mantra peace on earth We all been playing those mind games forever Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil Doing the mind guerrilla Some call it magic the search for the grail Love is the answer and you know that for sure Love is a flower you got to let it grow So keep on playing those mind games together Faith in the future out of the now You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind Yeah we're playing those mind games together Projecting our images in space and in time Yes is the answer and you know that for sure Yes is surrender you got to let it go So keep on playing those mind games together Doing the ritual dance in the sun Millions of mind guerrillas Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel Keep on playing those mind games together Raising the spirit of peace and love (I want you to make love, not war I know you've heard it before)' (John Lennon) Brown pithily comments, 'predominance of vicarious entertainment in - the life of the masses - - what Blake would call spectral enjoyment - everything on TV; the lifestyles of the rich and famous offering vicarious participation in spectacles of waste; spectator sports offering vicarous agonistics; democracy restricted to mass voting for media stars.' If you study Hollywood carefully over the years, as I have, you can't avoid the conclusion that the engine that has run Hollywood from the start is porn - all these beautiful dolls that as a group make up the Whore of Babylon. Most of you are offended by porn and avoid it, but that has always been the secret motive power of Hollywood, and this is what has kept our eyes glued to the screen all this time. Porn is Space Fucking, as in 'Weird Science' (1985), where horny computer nerds conjure a Barbie Doll sex toy/Robot (the gorgeous sexy Kelly Le Brock.), which we're in fact doing with our TVs. 'Weird Science' (1985) Barbie Doll Sex Toy/Robot Conjured by Horny Nerds Return to Topics All men react Hollywood's gorgeous Bombshell Dolls ('filthy pictures'), but nerds such as myself also salivate over gleaming silver phallic spaceships (seeds to the future). The vedic vimanas (spaceships) dreamed of(these are spaceships of the mind) in India as the prior world age/aeon (Hindu yugas) turned into the aeon also now ending were deliberately revived by Hollywood (e. g., the Flash Gordon serials of the desperate days of the Thirties depression). Tales also arose of a Great Flood, time travel and parallel universes – i.e., their forbidden quest drove them mad! That prior cycle ended in a 'nuclear warfare' conflagration as this one will when I again set off my worldwide detonation (a walking timebomb). That 'Nuclear Detonation' I will shortly unleash won't be visible to the eye (it will be hyperdimensional). Kingsley Amis rightly titled his study of the science fiction genre 'New Maps of Hell.' This superscience puts us in Hell and leaves us drooling. Rainbow Painted Phallic of Madman Noah's Ark Spaceship (Seed to the Future) Return to Topics '♪ Don't want to end up a cartoon In a cartoon graveyard - - If you'll be my bodyguard I can be your long lost pal - - when you call me You can call me Al (a prophesy of my name?) Call me Al' (Paul Simon) This stuff's designed to drive you mad (welcome to the club)! This stuff'll kill ya! We're laughing ourselves to death! These killing jokes will drop you dead! Instead of buying ever newer large screen TVs to pick up all the sexy details, you should of chucked your sets out the window! '♪ He blew his mind out in a car. He didn't notice that the lights had changed. A crowd of people stood and stared, They'd seen his face before. Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords.' (Beatles) Television is the tool that amplified the strength of my Invisible Fairy Rain. I do my Fairy Bowling with the dolls I see on TV. I see them and launch my cum cruise missiles, my slime bullets, at them. Rock star Pat Benatar stands on stage in a sexy costume and sings, '♪ Hit me with your best shot! Why don't you hit me with your best shot? Fire away!' Young Future Bombshell Doll I Repeatedly Bathe in My Green Alien Slime Via My TV! '♪ You dropped a bomb on me' (The Gap Band) Return to Topics She's asking for it, and I happily oblige! Note you can't make out the face if it's covered in my slime. When I set off my thermonuclear bombs, I'm blasting the planet back to the Stone Age to usher in the next aeon. 'Murder by Television', a movie from the Thirties before production of TV's actually began, prophesied what I was going to do. Haven't you noticed that practically the only women you see on TV are dolls? 'What's wrong with this picture?' We've got millions of dolls now arriving, coming in increasing numbers! They're here with the aid of TV! TV is their magic Witches' Mirror! Through the looking glass of the TV is a Candy Store of dolls, the strictly forbidden Isle of the Blessed! It's a Dollhouse! You want to reach out and grab 'em! Schuchard notes the Jewish Kabbalists taught that a 'telepathic' sexual relation without physical contact was possible between male and female fantasizers. Magician/Juggler Tarot Card (Me) Trickster/Huckster/Magician Johhny Carson Steals A Smooch from His Stacked Bombshell Doll Assistant (Carol Wayne) Return to Topics '♪ This monkey gone to Heaven.' TV has made us all into sexual perverts – voyeurs/lechers. You can look but you can't touch! But I was able to step into the screen to set off my timebomb! Timebombs are prominent plot devices in many action movies, practice because Hollywood had in advance set itself up to self destruct! '♪ Step right up and don't be shy, because you will not believe your eyes. She's right here behind the glass (the TV screen) and you're gonna like her, 'cause she's got class. Y ou can look inside a n other world. (hyperdimensional/parallel dimension) You get to talk to a pretty girl. She's everything you dream about... but don't fall in love... She's a beauty --- one in a million girls, she's a beauty. Why would I lie?. Why would I lie? You can say anything you like, but you can't touch the merchandise. (The Tubes = TV Screen + 'Down the tubes!') For the TV stage show: '♪ Say, it’s only a paper moon sailing over a cardboard sea But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me. Yes, it’s only a canvas sky hanging over a muslin tree But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me. Without your love, it’s a honky-tonk parade . Without your love, it’s a melody played in a penny arcade . It’s a Barnum and Bailey world, just as phony as it can be But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed…….if you believed….. If you.. be..lieved.. in.. me.' For the benefit of Harry Potter wannabes, this is not the 'Coast to Coast AM' radio version. The Unconscious is Collective. LEGION (2010) depicts Me at the Final Battle vowing vengeance and wiping out the human race that I Judge as no longer worthy of Me. 'My name is Legion: for we are many.' (possessed by demons). Wizards are 'sensitive'- able to commune with the 'dead' as vessels of the Collective Unconscious on the Weird Radio, and can become professionals through our abilities. Symptoms of the mad, such as hallucinations and hearing voices merely means we are directly tapped into this Collective Unconscious. As in the film 'The Signal', receivers of this Weird Radio may go criminally insane. It is painful, deadly, poisonous and contagious. The film 'The Last Airbender' depicts such a Chosen One, a boy (really meaning a narcissistic fairy – a boy in the body of a man as with the Dalai Lama) with this power to emit and receive. He can bend the 'air', in other words, curve space and warp time. He is the lone human who can harness the powers of each element to restore balance to the ravaged world (possessing the keys to Hell and Death). Like the Hanged Man Tarot card and Jesus and I, the rest of the world will stop at nothing to turn us off. Repeating what I said earlier, you legitimately may go, 'Let's take this sucker out!' The Last Airbender - Orgone Return to Topics The 'smoky' mist is being emitted by the 'boy' from his mountaintop cavern. Unconsciously this signifies the slime he is spewing from his Fire Hose planetwide! The Last Airbender Pie Fight! Return to Topics 'The rest of the world will stop at nothing to turn us off.' The warships are lobbing flaming shells (unconscously slime) to stop the boy spewing. It's a paintball(slimeball) pie fight! Pie Fight! Return to Topics '♪ You consider me the young apprentice Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis. Hypnotized by you if I should linger Staring at the ring around your finger. I have only come here seeking knowledge, Things they would not teach me of in college. - - Mephistopheles is not your name, But I know what you're up to just the same. I will listen hard to your tuition, And you will see it come to it's fruition. I'll be wrapped around your finger. I'll be wrapped around your finger. Devil and the deep blue sea behind me Vanish in the air you'll never find me. I will turn your face to alabaster ,, (stone) Then you'll find your servant is your master And you'll be wrapped around my finger. I'll be wrapped around your finger. You'll be wrapped around my finger. I'll be wrapped around your finger.....' (Sting) We shamans are technicians of the sacred who can control and manipulate the spirit world and receive manifestations (conjuring the 'dead'). Analogies of this insubstantial spirit world are such as mirror images, reflections in the water, shadows or dream images. Techniques to reach that Otherworld/parallel universe/hyperdimension include scrying or crystal ball gazing and channeling, used to enter an ecstatic trance to make contact. Jewels such as faceted diamonds can be used for this purpose. Power rings are objects that can magnify/illuminate the powers of the wielder, although considered to be hokum by objective science. Quoting the dictionary: Necromancy is a form of magic in which the sorcerer practitioner seeks to summon/conjure the spirit of a deceased person, either as an apparition or ghost, or to raise them bodily, for the purpose of divination. These ghost/spirit apparitions are the thought forms known in Tibet as tulpas. Through TV by social engineering and billions of dollars, Satan mimics that world. Hollywood is the Dream Factory mandated to create artificial fantasies that match those of our dirty minds. TV hypnotizes (puts under a (witch's) spell). Beta state is normal wakefulness, alert. In the alpha state your brain waves register as a light trance (light hypnotic state). When you are in deeper hypnosis, dreaming, meditating, or 'zoned out'/on autopilot, you're in theta. You become a Scanner living your life vicariously through the representatives/avatars on your TV screen and you lose track of time and your own unlived life. Many mad people such as I can instantly access the Other World/Hyperdimension which is right in front of everyone without needing the TV screen if they would but open their eyes. Those with poor eye contact 'march to a different drummer' believe in/view in different things from the people around them and have different objectives in life. Notes from Wikipedia on parallel universe/alternative reality/altered state of consciousness/another dimension/hyperspace astral plane: 'The astral plane, also called the astral world, is a plane of existence postulated by classical (particularly neo- Platonic), medieval, oriental and esoteric philosophies and mystery religions. It is the world of the planetary spheres, crossed by the soul in its astral body on the way to being born and after death, and generally said to be populated by angels, spirits or other immaterial beings. In the late 19th and early 20th century the term was popularised by Blavatsky's Theosophy. - According to occult teachings the astral plane can be visited consciously through astral projection, meditation and mantra, near death experience, lucid dreaming, or other means. Individuals that are trained in the use of the astral vehicle can separate their consciousness in the astral vehicle from the physical body at will. In theosophical literature the term "astral" may refer to the aether. - the idea of "another world" from myth, legend and religion. Heaven, Hell, Olympus, Valhalla are all “alternative universes” different from the familiar material realm. Modern fantasy often presents the concept as a series of planes of existence where the laws of nature differ, allowing magical phenomena of some sort on some planes. This concept was also found in ancient Hindu mythology, in texts such as the Puranas, which expressed an infinite number of universes, each with its own gods 'The main plotline is a project by aliens who inhabit a parallel universe (the para-Universe) with different physical laws from this one. By exchanging matter with Earth, they seek to exploit these differences in physical laws. The exchange of matter provides an alternative source of energy in their dying Universe. However, the exchange of physical laws will have the ultimate result of turning the Earth's Sun into a supernova, and possibly even turning a large part of the Milky Way into a quasar (my Conflagration at the End of the World) - matter has been swapped by beings in the parallel universe and leads to the development of a cheap, clean, and apparently endless source of energy. (= slime!) - The need to transfer equivalent amounts of mass between the worlds explains why a changeling is left for a kidnapped child. Interactions between magical and scientific universes, and the protagonists' attempts to restore and maintain the balance between them (as in 'The Last Airbender') One motif is that the time flow in a parallel universe may be very different, so that a character returning to one might find the time passed very differently for those he left behind. This is found in folklore: King Herla visited Fairy and returned three centuries later. Elfland, or Faerie is the otherworldly home not only of elves and fairies, but dwarves, goblins, trolls, and other sinister folkloric creatures, populated by the daydreams of mundane people (the Collective Unconscious). The most famous treatment of the alternative universe concept in film could be considered the The Wizard of Oz, which portrays a parallel world, famously separating the magical realm of the Land of Oz from the mundane world bridged by a 'tornado'. These "lost world" stories can be seen as geographic equivalents of a "parallel universe", as the worlds portrayed are separate from our own, and hidden to everyone except those who take the difficult journey there. The geographic "lost world" can blur into a more explicit "parallel universe" when the fantasy realm overlaps a section of the "real" world. SF writer Poul Anderson depicts Hell as such a parallel universe in 'Operation Chaos' In Hell the protagonists encounter an especially nasty form of torture reserved for heavy sinners: to be enclosed in horrible, clumsy ground vehicles which emit noxious fumes and move with agonising slowness along crowded strips of asphalt (our crowded expressways!).' With respect to Coast to Coast AM and the numerous alien or ghost hunter shows on TV, don't search here and yon for these entities. Just study what is on the screen! The uncut version of 'The Devil's Rain' has a globe of souls (crystal ball = TV) containing the tormented damned which is consigned to a 'bottomless pit' as in Revelation, prophesying the fate of TV sets and TV broadcasts, all set in advance to self-destruct. I have said you've met your maker, but it actually goes back and forth. Did I make you, or did you make me - out of your unconscious? I am the Id monster that you made with the aid of Hollywood out of your unconscious, again, the Beast slouching towards Bethlehem. Hollywood had a big part in making me, as indicated in the film 'Making Mr. Right'(rigid robotic movements = erection with a life of its own ). Alien 'Starman' also has lumbering, clumsy movements, just as Frankenstein's monster. And I'm a quick study. All through this session, I've referred to various movies and songs. I'm the only person who knows what each movie actually means – far different from what each one supposedly means. Hollywood in fact had two mandates. The first was the easy part - to put us in Hell. The second part was to create me, someone who can lay Satan down. For Hollywood deliberately was charged with temporarily driving the whole world mad (Mass Psychosis), so that I singlehandedly, a raving madman and the Last Man on Earth - the Lone Ranger - the Sole Survivor - Suspect Zero would be the only sane person left on the planet able as King of the World to rolywholyover this topsy turvy inverted world of Hell! Somebody's got to do it! '♪ Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys (my keys to Hell and Death) Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico No, he couldn't look much stranger Walking in the hall with his things and all Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger.' (Arlo Guthrie) I came here to deliberately shoot ourselves in the foot. I'm going to kill the goose that laid the golden egg. Specifically, Hollywood is out of business shortly. James Joyce in the WAKE instructed us to 'Roll away the reel world!' (spelling r-e-e-l). As Joyce says, 'Shadows by the film folk, masses for the good people.' The Hollywood fairies have put us in a fairy world, one that will not withstand the scrutiny of the light of day. In particular, at a date that I'll set all worlwide all entertainment production will cease. Movie screens will go dark planetwide. Radio and TV broadcasts will cease. Keep your existing dvds, etc., including porn. It's just that there won't be any new ones coming out. You have tens of thousands of titles to look at and trade with others. Hollywood was out of ideas by the Seventies, and since then it has all just been recycled anyway. Once all screens go dark, the dolls will all vanish! They'll literally melt down and disappear exactly like that other witch - the Wicked Witch of Oz! Once their magic Witch's Mirror (TV) goes dark, they'll turn back into plain women. Hollywood has been deliberately spoon feeding us 'poison' knowing in advance that it would kill us all! This was its mandate and agenda from the start. The Economic Collapse (the Great Tribulation) Return to Topics 'And except those days should be shortened, there should no flesh be saved.' Think about the implications of no Hollywood. The more you think about the dimensions of it, the more you will realize that it will lead to a worldwide economic collapse. For starters, the millions in entertainment production and in broadcasting are out on the streets. I say to the millionaire movie stars: You've made your ill gotten gains. Take the money and run! Jay Weidner concurs: Get out of Dodge! Movie stars get paid those millions for simply reading what someone else has wrote. It's the biggest scam going. We have to go through this collapse to lay Satan down. The collapse will be more severe than the Thirties Depression. In that earlier Depression, our granddaddies hopped a boxcar and rode to the end of the line. They should have stayed right there. This time we are not going to recover from it. As I say, instead we are going backward in time, and eventually going mostly native. There will be practically no jobs to be had. No job means no mortgage payments and evictions. We may not even have any currency, depending on how bad it gets. The central banks may not be able to prop up the dollar. Just like the Thirties we'll have millions upon millions on the streets. It's back to breadlines and soup kitchens. After we go through what's coming up, we will make certain that Satan is never loosed again, as I've said. Get your affairs in order! I'm making a lot of changes. The U.S. will cease foreign aid to any country. The U.S. will no longer be the policeman of the world. We will in the future rarely intervene, if at all, in any foreign conflicts. With Uncle Sam belly up, we'll likely go hat in hand to other nations for handouts, although they will likely be broke also. To the Heads of State in the Far East Return to Topics We in the West are shortly going to sign off. Don't conclude that it is now your turn to advance. You must close up shop now also. Specifically, you must all shut down the entertainment industry when we in the West do. The spectre of billions of Chinese driving cars is terrible to contemplate. In China, you need to set the clock back to 1900 with its Imperial Court and the warlords. I will be starting no wars, but rest assured, if we're attacked by anyone, such as China, we will defend ourselves fiercely. If we must have Armageddon, so be it. At least, if it does happen, it will have the benefit of reducing the population. SCIENCE Return to Topics Satan was deliberately released for his season around a thousand years ago, mainly so we could get all this amazing, knock your socks off science, technology, medicine and engineering. Because you are such faithful servants of Satan, that fact was used to trick you into producing the moonshot and the rest of it. The main objective was to get Armstrong's moon walk. This cycle coming to an end could have just as well been closed right then. If we had closed down in 1969, what we have to go through ahead would have been much easier. That is because all through the decades since we have been progressively descending deeper into Hell under the influence of Twinkle Town. There are inexhaustible ways to characterize Jesus, but the first way I would characterize him is as a stone age man – a cave man. The simple craftsman life in Galilee was too complex for him. More specifically he was a Stone Age Siberian style shaman from the desert steppes (Eliade) who had in their kit bag everything that Jesus had. But secondly, he was a rocket man. The only objective of the gods has always been to get to the stars. We created you solely for this purpose. You are here only as tools to accomplish this. Heidegger labeled you a 'standing reserve', technologically usable material which can be exhausted and disposed of (my Fairy Dump). ♪ I think it's gonna be a long long time Till touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no no no I'm a rocket man Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids In fact it's cold as hell And there's no one there to raise them if you did And all this science I don't understand It's just my job five days a week I'm a rocket man, a rocket man' (Elton John) All we needed for this world age/aeon/cycle (Western Civilization) now ending was proof of principle that we can one day get off the planet when the time comes (the moonshot). When we do get there, we will not be dominating, exploiting or colonizing other worlds. Instead, we will exploring and discovering. We will join forces with the others who are waiting for us and combine technologies for our mutual benefit. Billions of years ahead, we will be in many different forms, unrecognizable. Ultimately, we will be Masters of the Universe - our ultimate destiny. The paradox is that, in order to get to the stars, we have to temporarily forget about it and go off to the New Jerusalem instead. We will limit ourselves to spaceships of the mind until then. I have the planet under quarantine. You've almost destroyed this planet, and I will certainly not let you do the same thing elsewhere. In the meantime, we have to keep this planet in good enough shape so that we can get by until we are ready to leave the planet. In the New Jerusalem, I'll be working on your heart – getting some of that selfishness and greed out of you. I, God, have never succeeded with your heart in spite of many tries. But someday you come to me and say 'Lord. Is it time?' And I'll say 'yes it is time – I've got your heart in pretty good shape finally.' Then we'll get busy and build fleets, not just one, of starships. Right now it seems nearly impossible to build just one. But when the time comes, it'll be fairly easy. Then, we're off! With the economic collapse, Uncle Sam will likely be nearly bankrupt. That means no grant or contract money for science. Which means no research. If you have your own funding, research away! In particular, theoretical physicists, you don't need much funding. All you need is blackboard, chalk, pen and paper and some computers. You can continue your work even through all the problems we'll be going through. I have a special assignment for you. I need quantum gravity. You are tantalizingly close to getting it. If you don't get it before this cycle closes, it is going to be a long time before we have this much brainpower assembled on the planet again. Once we have it, we will know how to build the starship drives. Get busy! On a closely related subject, my own two cents. Physicists have found the Dark Energy. You should consider the possibility of an ether. Einstein disproved an electromagnetic ether, but Einstein said all has life that there still might be an ether. Einstein's cosmological constant is nonzero, implying the ether. The Reichian Cosmic Orgone that will bathe us all permanently in slime once I open Heaven's floodgates and rain men from my perch (Great White Throne) is the counterpart of the ether. Plus, add the latest, the dark flow, the astronomical data implying the entire universe is being pulled into another one! Conclusion Return to Topics This concludes this session. I have two homework assignments. MTV, voluntarily discontinue your current programming and instead run in a loop the list of music videos from the first years of MTV, which is found only in the print version of my 1986 book. Those were before the days of closed captioning, so scroll in large letters on the bottom of the screen the lyrics, which is what's important. By 1986, MTV self-destructed and Hollywood's show was over. While I'm thinking about it, add two videos from Kate Bush that I didn't list. The first is 'Cloudbusting' showing Wilhelm Reich's rainmaking machine, me being a rainmaker. His machine was nothing but twisted tubes with no power supply of any kind. Reich was a Space Gunner! Kate Bush – 'Cloudbusting' Video- Reich's Space Gun! Return to Topics Dead 'Alien' Film Space Gunner (Compare with Prior Image of Reich's (Phallic) Space Gun!) Return to Topics The rain was Fairy Rain (Mass Psychosis), not water. By the way, Reich's writings are an incoherent jumble. This is not surprising, since he was mad. But his life was interesting. Freud kicked him out of the International Psychoanalytical Association when he became a member of the Communist Party. He was then kicked out of the Communist party because of his views on sexual freedom. By the Thirties, he was paranoid schizophrenic (probably infected by one of his mad patients). By the Fifties, Reich had deteriorated with his madness. He was seeing saucers and cloudbusting. Finally, the Men in Black (the federal FDA) threw him in jail, where died of a heart attack. Reich's Orgone (he meant Mass Psychosis) was considered crackpot. Add also Bush's video 'Experiment IV', where the madman blew all the psychiatrists of his asylum to smithereens with no visible weapons. Kate Bush – 'Experiment 4' Video - Madman Raptures Out his Psychiatrists! All Fall Down! Megadeath! Return to Topics Again, that's me - mad, drooling, infectious, deadly and a sex crazed madman, foaming at the mouth! I'm the Crazy Spaceman (the B.E.M. or bug-eyed monster) abducting the doll seen often on lurid, cliche sci-fi and horror movie posters – the tale of Beauty and the Beast. '♪ The lunatic is on the grass The lunatic is on the grass Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs Got to keep the loonies on the path. The lunatic is in the hall The lunatics are in my hall The paper holds their folded faces to the floor And every day the paper boy brings more. And if the dam breaks open many years too soon (floodgates of Heaven opened to rain slime!) And if there is no room upon the hill And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade, you make the change You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane. You lock the door And throw away the key There's someone in my head but it's not me And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. (Pink Floyd) Drooling Green Alien Sex Fiend (Me)(drool = slime I spew!) FlashForward TV Finale. All Fall Down! Megadeath! (Compare with Prior Image where Madman Raptures Out his Psychiatrists!) Return to Topics '♪ Remember when you ran away And I got on my knees and begged You not to leave Because I'd go berserk? Well! You left me anyhow and then The days got worse and worse And now you see I've gone Completely out of my mind. And They're coming to take me away, Ha-ha They're coming to take me away, Ho-ho Hee-hee-haa-haa To the funny farm Where life is beautiful all the time And I'll be happy to see those Nice young men in their clean white coats and They're coming to take me away, ha-ha! You thought it was a joke and so you laughed, you laughed, when I had said that losing you would make me flip my lid. Right? You know you laughed I heard you laugh You laughed, you laughed and laughed and then you left but Now you know I'm utterly mad And They're coming to take me away, ha-ha, They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee hee, haa haa To the happy home With trees and flowers and chirping birds And basket-weavers who sit and smile And twiddle their thumbs and toes And they're coming to take me away, ha-hahaha... I cooked your food, I cleaned your house, And this is how you pay me back for All my kind, unselfish, loving deeds, Hah? Well you just wait, they'll find you yet And when they do they'll put you in the ASPCA you mangy mutt! And They're coming to take me away, Ha-ha They're coming to take me away, Ho-ho Hee-hee-haa-haa To the funny farm Where life is beautiful all the time And I'll be happy to see those Nice young men in their clean white coats and They're coming to take me away, ha-ha! To the happy home With trees and flowers and chirping birds And basket-weavers who sit and smile And twiddle their thumbs and toes And they're coming to take me away, ha-hahaha... To the funny farm Where life is beautiful all the time And I'll be happy to see..... Dr.Demento - (Me) as a Demented Pervert! 'If the Earth dies, you die. But if you die, the Earth survives.' Thus sprach Klaatu (Kenau Reeves) in the dull 2008 remake of THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL. In a lousy, cheapo hippie movie, the title says it all, 'Gas! or It Became Necessary to Destroy the World in Order to Save It' (Gas = the planetwide rain of slime I send! = compare with Hitler's gas chambers!) His voice is that of a mechanical man (robot). My clear task as space alien Klaatu is to rapture out billions of you devils (all of whom were once human beings)! We Space Aliens/Madmen typically speak in such a monotone to mimic the way we hear the secret messages (the gibbering of the mad - racing thoughts) that we forward when we receive them on the Collective Unconscious, crackling, buzzing and humming. The song 'Radar Love' conveys these messages. Their band name 'Golden Earring' means the ringing in your ears (or Led Zeppelin's humming in your head, or wave in the air). 'Sane' people can't seem to hear it very well. Secondly, in my correspondence with Brown prior to his 2002 death, it was clear his published works were the tip of an iceberg. I would like a curator to produce a collected papers of Norman O. Brown from the University of California at Santa Cruz, where they're housed in 71 boxes ((MS-35 - view at at Norman O. Brown). This includes all his articles and letters, in addition to his books. Many of the articles were printed in obscure, hard to obtain literary journals. My letters to him (1971-83) are in box 12, folder 38. Brown deposited the print copy of my book I sent him in the UC Santa Cruz library. He 'admitted' to me he put the sexual foremost. In 'Stairway to Heaven', '♪ there are two paths you can go by': sexual excess or abstinence. Either road can enlighten. In private life, Brown wasn't promiscuous at all. In this regard, Brown said in 1970, "Polymorphous perversity in the literal, physical sense is not the real issue. I don't like the suggestion that polymorphous perversity of the imagination is somehow second-best to literal polymorphous perversity." Brown says,'Literal meanings as against spiritual or symbolic interpretation, a matter of Life against Death. The return to symbolism, the rediscovery that everything is symbolic - - all metaphors are sexual, a penis in every convex object and a vagina in every concave one - - is psychoanalysis. A return or turning point, the beginning of a new age (Aquarius?); the Third Kingdom, the age of the spirit prophesied by Joachim of Fiore; or the second coming, the resurrection of the body. For Brown, 'to construct an erotic sense of reality to become conscious of symbolism. Symbolism is mind making connections (correspondences) rather than distinctions (separations).' Combine Brown's (and my) infantile polymorphous perversity, narcissism and controlling temperament, and you see we're both fairies. If you decide it's time to riot and loot, you're only going to make matters for yourself and everyone else. Don't do it! You're in the hands of the Lord now, and I'm here to serve. '♪ He's got the whole world in his hands.' I'm here to help as many as possible you to make it through this. It would alleviate the Tribulation we'll be going through if the TV networks would suspend regular programming and concentrate on the contents of this address. This can come in the form of news commentators, debates, economists' discussions, etc. Parenthetically, on the economy: the economy is a confidence game – Adam Smith's Invisible Hand. It's a a literal con game – a house of cards. That is, if you have confidence in it, it holds together and if you loose confidence in it, it falls apart. If tomorrow everyone panics, then my prophesied collapse will begin then rather than after my second address. If so, so be it. The next address will be at an earlier hour since what I will say children can hear. In the future I will say nothing more about the topics I have discussed tonight. Although, if you let me know, I can ramble on about these topics for hours on end, and every bit of it will be new. I enjoy it. But I strongly suspect that after what you've heard this evening, you won't be eager to hear more. As a favor, I'll not subject you to more, unless you want me to. At my next address, I will set the date when the entertainment industry shuts down, with detailed directives with respect to that industry. Also, I'll issue my Muslim Edicts, with the objective of systematically, peacefully removing each and every Muslim out of the United States and urging every country outside the Middle East to do likewise. And, of course, (slowly) removing women from the workplace and giving those jobs to men. This concludes tonight's address. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, until next time. “It ain't over 'til it's over.” “It ain't over 'til the Fat Lady Sings.” APPENDIX: THE SECRET RAPTURE Return to Topics The sentiment among most Catholics and many Christians generally is that there would be no Secret Rapture, and that it's not Biblical. Only a few 'incoherent' verses in (mainly) Paul lend support. Paul was out of his depth and language resources. It is real as the corpses I laid out! The (inferior) remake of 'The Day the Earth Stood Still' (title = fairy clockstopping) informs us: 'If the Earth dies, you die. But if you die, the Earth survives.' My clear task as space alien Klaatu is to rapture out billions! And I give the Secret Rapture it's proper name: MASS PSYCHOSIS! Brief excerpts from Margaret MacDonald’s 1830 Secret Rapture prophecy: It was first the awful state of the land that was pressed upon me. I saw the blindness and infatuation of the people to be very great. I felt the cry of Liberty to be just the hiss of the serpent to drown them in perdition. It was just ‘no God’, ---- I saw the people of God in an awfully dangerous situation, surrounded by nets and entanglements, about to be tried, and many about to be deceived and fall. Now will THE WICKED be revealed, with all power and signs and lying wonders, so that if it were possible the very elect will be deceived. 'In the last days, perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away! For of this sort are those who creep into households and make captives of gullible women loaded down with sins, led away by various lusts, always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.' 2 Timothy APPENDIX: From Norman O. Brown's CLOSING TIME Return to Topics There two senses (at least) for Brown's title. First, the approaching end of history and time. 'History is a nightmare from which I'm trying to awake.' 'Thatll beall for tody. Call it off. Godnotch, vryboily. End a muddy crushmess!' 'On the verge of closing time. --' 'It is later than you think.' 'Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon is late. What era's o'erring? Lang gong late. Faurore! Fearhouse! At last it past!' 'The thing that we dread has already happened. The thunder of the crash: -- The sense of an ending: Western Civilization is over.' And secondly, 'Shut up shop, dappy. - And they all drank free.' It's up to us to insure that it's over. Below are the citations that Brown in 1973 culled from Joyce's Wake (in quotes) and from Vico's New Science (labeled NS), and also some from Brown's earlier LOVE'S BODY (1966). Brown's comments are labeled NOB. Combining Joyce with Vico (an acknowledged influence on Joyce) would be, according to Joyce, a feat of: 'the book of doubledends Jined'. Brown entwined Joyce and Vico. Joyce uses the word salad of the mad (gibbering) and the slurred speech of the drunken. Finnegan is after all an Irish pub owner well acquainted with whiskey. 'He lifts up the lifewand and the dumb speak.' 'Array! Surrection!' 'One stands, given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of actually seeing the whirling dervish, Tumult, son of Thunder.' 'For the Clearer of the Air on high has spoken. 'Loud, graciously hear us' 'She, she she! But on what do you again leer? I am not leering. I pink your pardon. I am highly sheshe sheserious.' The real apocalypse comes not with the vision of a city or kingdom, which would be still external, but with the identification of the city and kingdom with one's on body (NOB) 'the body is a historical variable'. (NOB) No more Greek revival (NOB) 'Lights, pageboy, lights!' waiting to stop the show, the farce waiting to bring the house down. (NOB) waiting for the new dawn (NOB) 'It is just, it's just about to, it's just about to rolywholyover.' 'tell Hell's well.' 'In the name of - - their holocaust, Allmen.' 'to remind us of how, in this drury world of ours, Father Times and Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch. Which every lad and lass in the lane knows.' 'It's as semper as oxhousehumper!' 'Roll away the reel world, the reel world, the reel world!' 'Shadows by the film folk, masses for the good people.' 'Finn, again!' there were giants in the earth in those days - Genesis -history begins with bestial giants (as in Finnegans Wake ) (NOB) 'The great fall of the oftwall entailed at such notice the pftjschute of Finnegan.' The polis is polished civilization is polite is policed. (NOB) The delineaments of giants (NOB) god-fearing giants, as opposed to the impious giants who continued the infamous communism of things and of women. (NS) The entire original human race was divided into two species: the one of giants, the other men of normal stature; the former gentiles, the latter Hebrews. (NS) Men first feel necessity, then look for utility, next attend to comfort, still later amuse themselves with pleasure, thence grow dissolute in luxury, and finally go mad and waste their substance. (NS) That's where it's at: decline. The Decline of the West O. Spengler) First the age of the gods, then the age of heroes, then the age of men. The origin is sacred; the decline is secularization, process is profanation. (NOB) In all nations of the world the priests kept such doctrine secret even from their own plebs, whence indeed it was everywhere called secret doctrine, for sacred is as much as to say secret. (NS) As with Freud, it is primarily a matter of toilet training: Mothers, like beasts, must merely have nursed their babies, let them wallow naked in their own filth. And these children, who had to wallow in their own filth, whose nitrous salts richly fertilized the fields, and who had to exert themselves to penetrate the forest, would flex and contract their muscles in these exertions, and thus absorb nitrous salts into greater abundance. They would be quite without that fear of gods, fathers and teachers which chills and benumbs even the most exuberant in childhood. They must have therefore have grown up robust, vigorous, excessively big in brawn and bone, to the point of becoming giants. (NS) These were at first impious men, who recognized no divinity; there were nefarious, since relations among them were not distinguished by marriages; and finally, not understanding society int the midst of this infamous promiscuity of things, they were alone like wild beasts, and hence weak and lastly miserable and unhappy because they were in want of all the goods that are needed to keep life safe. (NS) But if the peoples are rotting in that ultimate civil disease and cannot agree on a monarch from within, and are not conquered and preserved by better nations from without, then providence for their extreme ill has its extreme remedy at hand. For such peoples, like so many beasts, have fallen into the custom of each man thinking only of his own private interests and reached the extreme delicacy, of better of pride, in which like wild animals they bristle and last out at the slightest displeasure. Thus no matter how great the throng and press of their bodies, they live like wild beasts in a deep solitude of spirit and will, scarcely any two being able to agree since each follows his own pleasure or caprice. By reason of all this, providence decrees that, through obstinate factions and desperate civil wars, they shall turn their cities into forests and the forests into dens and lairs of men. In this way, through long centuries of barbarism, rust will consume the misbegotten subtleties of malicious wits that have turned them into beasts made more inhuman by the barbarism of reflection than the first men had been made by the barbarism of sense. For the latter displayed a generous savagery, against which one could defend oneself or take flight or be on one's guard; but the former, with a base savagery, under soft words and embraces, plots against the life and fortunes of friends and intimates. Hence, peoples who have reached this point of premeditated malice, when they receive this last remedy and are stunned and brutalized, are sensible no longer of comforts, delicacies, pleasures and pomp, but only of the sheer necessities of life. (NS) - only barbarians are capable of rejuvenating a world laboring under the death throes of an unnerved civilization (NOB) only barbarians are simple-minded enough to recognize the gods (NOB) The world's great age begins anew The golden years return -- A return to the first beginning the return of the gods the Second Coming. (NOB) In the jungle of the cities, the new barbarism. It is later than you think. (NOB) Civilization is an altar, on which a sacrifice is being made. Human sacrifice. (NOB) 'On the verge of closing time. 'Thatll beall for tody. Call it off. Godnotch, vryboily. End a muddy crushmess!' 'Shut up shop, dappy. - And they all drank free.' 'during this swishingsight teilweisioned (Joyce's prophesy prior to regular TV broadcasts)' '- the worst, it is hoped, even in our western playboyish world for pure mousefarm filth.' 'Kish is for anticheirst, and the free of my hand to him!' the swan song of dying civilizations (NOB) 'The poignt of fun where I am crying to arrive you at.' 'History is a nightmare from which I'm trying to awake.' Is the proletariat the sober reality of the human condition – the necessity of labor - to be disclosed after the show is over, after the farce has ended. (NOB) Finnegan Beginnagain we are back again before the Birth of Tragedy before the Gods of Greece something more elemental. (NOB) 'pawses' 'It darkles (tinct, tint) all this our funnaminal world.' 'Not Pater Noster but Panther monster.' When the leopards break into the temple and drink the wine from the sacred chalice. The hour of the beast, or the barbarian - and they all drank free (NOB) 'The wild man from Borneholm has jest come to crown.' Waiting for the return of the gods witnessing the return of babarism the new barbarians (NOB) returning to primitive simplicity of the first world of peoples (NS) the simplicity to be acquired (NOB) For a long period of time the impious races of the children of Noah, having lapsed into a state of bestiality, went wandering like wild beasts until they were scattered and dispersed through the great forest of the earth; and with their bestial education giants had sprung up and existed among them at the time when the heavens thundered for the first time after the flood. (NS) restraining also their bestial lust from finding its satisfaction in the sight of heaven, of which they had mortal terror. So it came about that each of them would drag one woman into his cave and keep her there in perpetual company for the duration of their lives. (NS) The origin of civilization, thunder; the origin of civilization, madness (NOB) They were out of their minds -- Man is maniac (NOB) - (MASS PSYCHOSIS is the gibbering of the mad - thunder at the Tower of Babel) Civilization originates in stammering, the builder is a stutterer: Balbus babbles; Balbus builder of the Tower of Babel. The thunder is God stuttering: to speak broken heaventalk. (NOB) 'There must be some way out of here,' said the joker to the thief – Bob Dylan, 'All Along The Watchtower', creatively misheard by Norman O. Brown as 'joker to the priest.' Brown quotes William Blake, 'Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.' The while we, we are waiting. we are waiting for. Hymn. Violent eruption, vulcanism; the patient becomes violent as he wakes up. The madness of the millennia breaks out; madness is, Dionysus is violence. (NOB) 'Whereas psychoanalysts view schizophrenics as trapped in private symbolic worlds they cannot distinguish from what we call reality, Brown regards schizophrenic thought as liberated from false boundaries between mental and physical categories.' The crucified body, the crucified mind. The norm is not normality but schizophrenia, the split, broken, crucified mind. "If we throw a crystal to the ground, it breaks, but it does not break haphazard but in accordance with line of cleavage it falls into fragments, where limits were already determined by the structure of the crystal, although they were invisible. Psychotics are fissured and splintered structures such as these. We cannot deny them a measure of that awe with which madmen were regarded by the people of ancient times." Split the stick and there is Jesus. (NOB) It is not schizophrenia but normality that is split-minded; in schizophrenia the false boundaries are disintegrating. . . . . Schizophrenics are suffering from the truth. . . . Schizophrenic thought is "adualistic"; lack of ego-boundaries makes it impossible to set limits to the process of identification with the environment. The schizophrenic world is one of mystical participation; an "indescribable extension of inner sense"; "uncanny feelings of reference"; occult psychosomatic influences and powers; currents of electricity, or sexual attraction—action at a distance. . . . A Magnetic field of action at a distance; or a magical field . . . action at a distance, the center of Freud's interest in the “Occult.” Dionysus, the mad god, breaks down the boundaries; releases the prisoners; abolishes repression; and abolishes the principium individuationis, substituting for it the unity of man and the unity of man with nature. In this age of schizophrenia, with the atom, the individual self, the boundaries disintegrating, there is, for those who would save our souls, the ego-psychologists, "the Problem of Identity." But the breakdown is to be made into a breakthrough; as Conrad said, in the destructive element immerse. The soul that we can call our own is not a real one. The solution to the problem of identity is, get lost. Or, as it says in the New Testament: "He that findeth his own psyche shall lose it, and he that loseth his psyche for my sake shall find it." (NOB) Symbolism is on the track of a former identity, a lost unity. - - The tendency of the sexual instinct is to restore an earlier state of things, an earlier state of unity. - - Union and unification is of bodies, not souls. The erotic sense of reality unmasks the soul, the personality, the ego; because soul, personality and ego are what distinguish and separate us; they make us individuals, arrived at by dividing till you can divide no more—atoms. But psychic individuals, separate, unfissionable on the inside, impenetrable on the outside, are, like physical atoms, an illusion; in the twentieth century, in this age of fission, we can split the individual even as we can split the atom. Souls, personalities, and egos are masks, spectres, concealing our unity as body. For it as one biological species that mankind is one—the ’species essence’ that Karl Marx looked for; so that to become conscious of ourselves as body is to become conscious of mankind as one. . . . It is the erotic sense of reality that discovers the inadequacy of fraternity, or brotherhood. It is not adequateas a form of reunification of the human race. We must either be far more deeply unified or not at all. The true form of unification which can be found either in psychoanalysis or in Christianity, in Freud or Pope or Karl Marx – is – we are all members of one body. "The patient connects herself with everybody." "You and I, are we not the same? . . . Sometimes I cannot tell myself ...” - - The unification of the human race: a mental fight, a struggle in and about men's minds. The rents, the tears, splits and divisions are mindmade; they are not based on the truth but on what the Buddhists call illusion, what Freud calls unconscious fantasies. The prevailing sense of reality, the prevailing forms of knowledge, are ruled by the instinct of aggression and division, are under the dominion of the death instinct. We are in Satan's kingdom; to build a Heaven in Hell's despite is to construct an erotic sense of reality. - - We are all fractions. We are broken When the infant realizes his separation from the mother in the oral stage of sexuality, he denies separation (and thus external reality) and begins to invest in a dream of regainable pleasurable union. Negation of the external is an act of the death "instinct". The reunification of Life and Death - accepting for a moment Freud's equation of Death and Nirvana – can only be envisioned as the end of the historical process (NOB) 'The unconscious' is a 'cauldron of seething excitement'(NOB) The reality of our life, the reality of which we are ignorant, the reality which we do not want to accept, is our fluid membership and causal interdependence in the intercommunicating world of bodies. (NOB) The unconscious is that immortal sea which brought us hither; intimations of which are given in moments of 'oceanic feeling'; one sea of energy or instinct, embracing all mankind, without distinction of race, language, or culture; and embracing all the generations of Adam, past, present, and future, in one phylogenetic heritage, in one mystical body. (NOB) Human culture is a set of projections of the repressed unconscious - to project the infantile complexes into concrete reality. (NOB) The fund of personality, the fund of soul-stuff available, is fixed and collective. The only soul is the group-soul, and this consists of nothing but group functions - - Personality is not innate, but acquired. Like a mask, it is a thing, a fetish, a fetishistic object or commodity - - - a person never owns his own person, but always represents another, by whom he is possessed. And the other that one is, is always ancestors; one’s soul is not one’s own, but Daddy’s (NOB) The psychic state of symbiosis revolves around the longing for “oneness.” Under the spell of symbiotic fantasy, distinctions between self and Other blur. Norman O. Brown suggests that the primal act of the human ego is a negative one—“not to accept reality, specifically the separation of the child's body from the mother's body.” Symbiotic fantasy functions to deny separateness. Instead of conceiving of oneself as a singularity, one imagines that one is contained within an “omnipotent system—a dual unity within one common boundary.” (NOB) The fall is into language.... And overcoming the consequences of the fall is speaking with tongues. ... a second fall into the second innocence; verbum infans, the infant or ineffable word. . . To restore to words their full significance ... is to reduce them to nonsense.... Get the nothingness back into words ... Empty words, corresponding to the void in things. (NOB) Schizophrenics pass beyond ordinary language (the language of the reality- principle) into a truer, more symbolic language' and 'attain the mad truth. (NOB) to construct an erotic sense of reality. (To do so is) to become conscious of symbolism. Symbolism is mind making connections (correspondences) rather than distinctions (separations). (NOB) Death is an enemy because we have too much unlived life within us (paraphrase) (NOB) Psychoanalysis is always the discovery of the unconscious; the turn to mass-psychology is the discovery that the unconscious is collective (NOB) the hidden aim of sublimation and the cultural process is the discovery of the lost body of childhood (NOB) the way back behind the processes of sexual organization is not toward the womb but rather toward a transformed narcissism culminating in joyful and loving unification with others. (NOB) The unconscious to be made conscious; a secret disclosed; a veil to be rent, a seal to be broke open (NOB) the mystical body is not, because mystical, therefore, nonbodily (NOB) silence is the mother tongue (NOB) predominance of vicarious entertainment in - the life of the masses - - what Blake would call spectral enjoyment - everything on TV; the lifestyles of the rich and famous offering vicarious participation in spectacles of waste; spectator sports offering vicarous agonistics; democracy restricted to mass voting for media stars. (NOB) The gods return in thunder. FINNEGAN'S WAKE is thunder (NOB) What the thunder said 'dumbfounding wonderstruck us as a thunder, yunder. Well, all be dumbed!' (NOB) There is an era in which the god himself assists the universe on its way and helps it in its rotation. There is also an era in which he releases his control. Thereupon it begins to revolve in a contrary direction under its own impulse. At last, this cosmic era draws to its close, disorder comes to a head. The few good things the universe produces are polluted with so great a taint of evil that it hovers on the very brink of destruction, both it and the creatures in it. Therefore at that very moment the god who first set it in order looks down upon on it again. Beholding it in trouble, and anxious lest racked by storms and confusion it suffer in dissolution, he takes control of the helm once more. - Plato (NOB) a cyclical view of history a cycle of world ages as in the mystical tradition, the occult tradition The occult tradition is an aristocratic tradition Religion is racism. Vico anticipates de Maistre. The 'New Science' is the 'Secret Doctrine' (Blavatsky) Vico's occultist elitism. Vico is an Orphic Voice (NOB) Ritual clowns in primitive religion violate taboos and thereby acquire magical power. 'You shall regard nothing as sacred.' Other traits of ritual clowns are 'reverse behavior' and 'backward speech.' Clowns say the opposite of what they mean. Like a crazy fellow. Speaking a strange language. As in 'Finnegan's Wake.' (NOB) The phallus is so closely identified with magic in Roman religion that the word fascinum meaning 'enchantment', 'witchcraft' (cf. fascinate), is one of the standard Latin terms for the phallus. (NOB) 'We are once amore as babes awondering in a wold made fresh - The woods are fond always. As were we their babes in. And robins in crews so'. 'The hundredlettered name again, last word of a perfect language'. It must have been the most ancient language of Atlantis (NS) The testimony of schizophrenia: _they eat and are eaten._ Schizophrenia is 'food trouble' (NOB) 'between explosion and reexplosion (Donnaurwatteur! Hunderthunder!)' The Ginnungagap: the name given in the Icelandic Eddas to the interval of timeless formlessness between world aeons. (NOB) Somewhere, parently, in the ginnandgo gap between antediluvious and annadominant' 'For a burning world is come to dance inane. Are you not danzzling on the age of a vulcano?' While alive Be a Dead man; Thoroughly dead (NOB) God does not go for personalities; nor does the Last Judgment consist in the award of prizes to personalities for the performance of their parts. The performance principle must go; the show must not go on. The parts are not real: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus; he is not your personal savior. In the Last Judgment, the apocalyptic fire will burn up the masks and the theater - - psychoanalysis is not 'ego psychology' - ; the ego is a 'me' fabrication, a piece of illusion (Maya). (NOB) if consciousness is all words and no silence, the unconscious remains unconscious. To redeem words, out of the market place. (NOB) Out of this world; out of Vanity Fair; out of the market place. Put the mind out of business. Words are to be redeemed; taken out of the market place. (NOB) Vico recovers creative madness, or fury: Vico belongs to the Hermetic tradition. another Orphic voice, another Neo-Platonist. (NOB) Divine idiocy – a perfect symbol for the absurdity of outworn conventions, for paralyzed social and political structures. I sometimes think I see that civilizations originate in the disclosure of some mystery, some secret; and expand with the progressive publication of their secret; and end in exhaustion when there is no longer any secret, when the mystery has been divulged, that is to say, profaned. And so there comes a time -- I believe we are in such a time, when civilization has to be renewed by the discovery of new mysteries, by the undemocratic but sovereign power of the imagination, by the undemocratic power which makes poets the unacknowledged legislators of mankind, the power which makes all things new. The power which makes all things new is magic. What our time needs is mystery; What our time needs is magic (NOB) To rise from history to mystery is to experience the resurrection of the body here now, as an eternal reality; to experience the parousia, the presence in the present, which is the spirit; to experience the reincarnation of the incarnation, the second coming, which is his coming in us. (NOB) I think mind is at the end of its tether. - - Our real choice is between holy and unholy madness: open your eyes and look around you--madness is in the saddle anyhow. It is possible to be mad and to be unblest, but it is not possible to get the blessing without the madness; it is not possible to get the illuminations without the derangement. (NOB) To seduce the world to madness (NOB) The outcome of psychoanalysis is the discover that magic and madness are everywhere. - The mad truth: the boundary between sanity and insanity is a false one. The proper outcome of psychoanalysis is the abolition of the boundary. (NOB) Psychoanalysis is that revolving state which completes this revolution, disclosing the bedroom and the bathroom behind the bourgeois facade, disclosing the obscenity of the onstage scene, abolishing the reality-principle and its unreal distinction between private and public, between head and genital. (NOB) The woman penetrated is a labyrinth. You emerge into another world inside a woman. The penis is the bridge; the passage to another world is coitus; the other world is a womb cave - and the cave in which coitus takes place is the grave - death is coitus and coitus is death. Death is genitalized as a return to the womb; incestuous coitus. - The staff that cleaves the waters is the dead man's body; the corpse; the stiff that ejaculates the soul or semen is the penis. Penis or corpse, stiff as stone; a perpetual erection, or monument. (NOB) Political power is a web woven; a politic well-wrought veil; the veil of deceit, the veil of Maya. It is a nonexistent cloth, the Emperor's New Clothes. (NOB) the father image is a thin mask covering the image of the pre-Oedipal mother. (NOB) Symbolism is on the track of a former identity, a lost unity: the lost continent, Atlantis, underneath the sea of life in which we live enisled; or perhaps even our union with the sea (Thalassa); the unity of the whole cosmos as one living creature, as Plato said in the Timeaus. (NOB) To explore is to penetrate: the world is the insides of the mother's body (NOB) All work is women's work. Every commodity is, as Marx says, a fetish, that is to say a non-existent penis. An investment. (NOB) 'A way a lone a last a loved a long the / riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.' waiting for the return of the theocratic age - to recognize the gods, to greet them. (Heidegger) (NOB) Confusion, source of renewal. (NOB) Imaginative metaphysics shows that man becomes all things by not understanding them. (NS) 'Hip champouree! Hiphip champouree! O you longtailed blackman, polk it up behind me! Hip champouree! Hiphip champouree!' It is not that children, neurotics, and primitives are so stupid as to be unable to discriminate between words and things; it is that they not are so repressed as to be unaware that personality is a social fiction, a name a magical invocation of a particular role in the social drama. (NOB) Psychoanalysis shows the sexual organization of the body physical to be a political organization; the body is a body politic…'genital organization'...a political arrangement arrived at after stormy upheavals in the house of Oedipus…a well-organized tyranny. (NOB) Literal meanings as against spiritual or symbolic interpretation, a matter of Life against Death. The return to symbolism, the rediscovery that everything is symbolic - - all metaphors are sexual, a penis in every convex object and a vagina in every concave one - - is psychoanalysis. A return or turning point, the beginning of a new age (Aquarius?); the Third Kingdom, the age of the spirit prophesied by Joachim of Fiore; or the second coming, the resurrection of the body. (NOB) In Ferenczi's apocalyptic theory of genitality the sexual act is a historical drama, a symbolic reenactment or recapitulation of all the great traumas in the history of the individual, of the species, of life itself. Psychoanalytic time is not gradual, evolutionary, but is discontinuous, catastrophic, revolutionary. The sexual act is a return to the womb. - The 'uterine regressive trend in the sex act' is an aspect of the universal goal of all organic life - - to return to the lifeless condition out of which life arose. 'The goal of all life is death.' In this philosophy and the main stages of biological evolution (sexual differentiation, adaptation to dry land) are catastrophes excited by external forces: these catastrophes create 'tension'; and the aim of life (or of evolutionary adaptation) is to get rid of the tension, and so die. Life is a temporary (accidental) disturbance in a lifeless (and thus peaceful) universe. It is best, then, never to have been born, and second best, quickly to die. Nirvana is release from the cycle of rebirth. The real death is the death we are dead with here and now. (NOB) Resisting madness can be the maddest way of being mad. (NOB) to make the patient see pictures "something like a diluted reel of film in my brain." Pictures: spectral images on the inside, which represent external reality to the subject. .. (NOB) The wandering heroes are phallic heroes in a permanent state of erection; pricking o'er the plain. (NOB) Our sexual inversions are symptoms of our having only part rather than the whole - - sado-maschochism, transvestitism, onanism, homosexuality - - are all attempts to regain the primordial unity of the combined object. (NOB) To idealize is to idolize; to make an idol; to translate into a fixed image for contemplation; to turn into monumental form; to turn into stone. To concentrate on seeing is to turn into stone; Medusa's head; castration. (NOB) Politically we are endlessly docile. We lust after authority. Toward authority we are infantile-dependent. We foist off our responsibility on others: our vicars act vicariously in our places, and the presidency can be turned into a virtual dictatorship just under our lethargic gazes. The parallel is with a child's-eye view of the primal scene, the parents in coitus, and the effect of the primal scene is castration. We become voyeurs rather than participators. Genital organization rather than polymorphous perversity. (NOB) 'Finnegans Wake'is not about anything, it is that thing itself. (NOB) As man becomes mythy again; that it to say mute. (turned to stone) (NOB) This was the order of human institutions: first the forests, after that the huts, the the villages, next the cities and finally the academies. (NS) First the divine, a dumb language of hieroglyphics (NS) Mute speech is hieroglyph. - Myth is mute speech. (NOB) The language of the gods is not spoken words but signs (NOB) A hieroglyphic or sacred or secret language, by means of mute acts. (NOB) Apocalypse strips away the decent draperies on which the whole big lie depends, false front, the screen of wall that separates the public sphere from the private parts. (NOB) speaking with tongues; the primordial language, from before the Flood or the Tower of Babel – the dialect of God is solecism. (NOB) The natural man is transformed into superman: “We fleshly earthly men are to become gods.” (NOB) The proper response to poetry is not criticism but poetry. (NOB) hypnotism which makes world opinion; hypnotism which makes the world go round. (the spell of the Whore of Babylon) (NOB) As in schizophrenia: “what happens to the person's own body – is identical with what happens in the universe.” - The body that is identical with the environment. (NOB) To bring this world to an end: the consummation devoutly to be wished, the final judgment. - A fiery consummation 'Creation will be burned up.' (quoting Blake) (NOB) The apocalypse lays bare the mystery of kingship; stripping off the Emperor's New Clothes, to reveal the harlot. Kingship is fornication – the identity of politics and sex. In the apocalypse the walls do fall; the walls separating inside and outside; public and private; body physical and metaphysical. The identification of sex and politics; as in psychoanalysis. (NOB) Psychoanalysis stands or falls on the expansion on the idea of sexuality to comprehend the entire life of the human body; attributing a sexual ('erotogenic') action to all parts, organs, or 'zones'; or rather, envisaging sexuality as an energy diffused throughout the whole body, and capable of displacement from one part to another, and of transformation from one mode of manifestation to another (polymorphism; metamorphosis). (NOB) Amidst riches we are poor, precisely because we have made fetishes of our commodities and emptied or ejaculated ourselves into them. (NOB) The natural man is self-centered or egocentric; everything he regards as real he also regards as outside himself; everything he takes 'in' immediately become unreal and 'spectral.' He tries to become an armored crustacean alert for attack or defense; the price of selfishness is eternal vigilance. This kind of Argus-eyed tenseness proceeds from the sealed prison of consciousness which Blake calls 'opaque.' (NOB) Definitions are boundaries; schizophrenics pass beyond the reality-principle into a world of symbolic connections: 'all things lost their definite boundaries, became iridescent with many-colored significances.' Schizophrenics pass beyond ordinary language (the language of the realityprinciple) into a truer more symbolic language. (NOB) To overcome dualism would be to awake out of sleep; to arise from the dead. (NOB) The mad truth The proper outcome of psychoanalysis is the abolition of the boundary, the healing of the split, the integration of the human race. (NOB) A king is erected, rex erectus est. A king is an erection of the body politic. - - The exhibitionism of the phallic personality (the huge genital, the royal lingam) is fraudulent; an imposture, or imposition on the public; theater. The actor needs the audience to reassure him he is not castrated: yes, you are the mighty penis; the Emperor’s New Clothes. To force the audience to give this reassurance is to castrate, have coitus with, the audience: the phallic personality needs a receptive audience or womb. Separately, both actor and audience are incomplete, castrated; but together they make up a whole. - - Action is what takes place in front of the camera, with the lights turned on, to throw the rest of reality into darkness…Those for whom not to be seen is nonexistence are not alive; and the kind of existence they seek, the immortality they seek, is spectral; to be seen is the ambition of ghosts, and to be remembered the ambition of the dead. The public realm is the stage for heroic action, and heroes are specters of the living dead. - - The reality principle is the importance principle, which commands us to be fooled by appearances, to respect the Emperor’s New Clothes - - (NOB) 'Lowest basemeant in hystry!' Farce is the theater of impotence. In a situation of general social paralysis stasis, sterility, stereotypification the aim is not the seizure of power but the dissolution of power. (NOB) There's just that Shakespeare fellow left to beat: 'You're well held now, Missy Cheekspeer, and your panto's off!' As Karl Marx observed, “there is an eternal recurrence in history; events and personalities reappear, on the first occasion they appear as tragedy; on the second as farce.” (NOB) Farce is the mode of consciousness in which a people take leave of their history (NOB) An interlude of farce: 'the farced epistol to the hibruws.' (NOB) Etymology of farce: stuffing. Pigge farced with sage. (NOB) Farce is the mode of demystification - Farce is vulgarization. (NOB) Stoop (please stoop) It is imperative that we sink. (NOB) 'the hoax that joke bilked.' 'The jest of junk the jungular?' 'Jacked up in a jock the wrapper.' 'Tis jest jibberweek's joke.' Mr. and Mrs. Antrobus are getting nowhere (NOB) 'Lovesoftfun at Finnegan's Wake' Appendix: Led Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven' Return to Topics Lyrics to the best rock song of all time from Led Zeppelin: "Stairway To Heaven" ♪ There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold And she's buying the stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for. Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to heaven. There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. (a whiff of pagan?) Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it makes me wonder. There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who stand looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder. And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter. If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, It's just a spring clean for the May queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on. And it makes me wonder. Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know, The piper's calling you to join him, Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind. And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll. And she's buying the stairway to heaven. Repeating my earlier comments and adding new ones: Let women buy what they want, and they will try to buy the 'Stairway to Heaven' – the Led Zeppelin song. That is, the only thing really on a woman's mind is to get a man and get a seed. She buys all the fashionable clothes and cosmetics, etc. solely for that purpose (this is Marx's fetishism of commodities). She's a black hole – she sucks all these things in like a vacuum cleaner. In a woman's unconscious, the things she piles up from the store are seeds. That's all that's on her mind. She's building her nest. She doesn't really need or want any of this stuff. All she has to do is wiggle her finger to get what she really wants. She didn't need to buy any of it. As Led Zeppelin sang, '♪ with a word she can get what she came for.' We're in the utopia of the dolls. Their every whim is instantly gratified, and most of what they ask for they don't need. They enjoy grinding men down into the dust running them ragged getting them this and that. The New Jerusalem is the male utopia, where women are handmaids. Backward masking or other techniques are unnecessary to get at these lyrics. Their meaning is clear. The film 'White Noise' was about the supposed subliminal secret messages on TV, communing with the 'dead' (contacting//invoking/conjuring up the spirits), but the messages are right in your face. These are EVPs – Electronic Voice Phenomena. Incantation, casting a magical spell upon the dolls (hexing them), has the root chant as does the word enchant. It is singing incoherent gibberish into her ear, sweet nothings. The words of witch's spells are recited backwards and are unintelligible gibberish to the conscious mind but for their effectiveness instead go directly to the unconscious, which is much faster and more knowledgeable than the rational faculty. It is amazingly ingenious and creative. In imitation, Buddhist monks emit a humming, buzzing ommmm monotone, called a mantra. Vibrating resonant electric guitar fuzz tones emit that signal, which is the secret of rock's popularity, the famous Wall of Sound. 'Music hath harms (enchantment) to soothe (pacify) the savage beast = the dolls – the Whore of Babylon'. Joyce chimes in, 'The while we are waiting for - - . Hymn.' Hymn becomes Hmmmm - -, the buzzing monotone chant, where 'chimes' is the ringing in your ears. Likewise, at Jericho the walls came 'tumbling down' at the 'sonic blast' of the Ram's Horns. '♪ Well they blew the horns And the walls came down They'd all been warned And the walls came down They just stood there laughing They're not laughing anymore (The Call – note the band name) '♪ There's a sign on the wall.' Indeed! The band's name – Led Zeppelin – as in sink like a lead balloon - and Led -as in led into the ditch by me! For I'm the Pied Piper! Repeating: Jesus warned: 'Can the blind lead the blind? shall they not both fall into the ditch?' This way to the ditch! Fear me! Cry out, “Saints preserve us!” We ghosts emit the soundless, but weird, creepy moan and eerie whine that we receive off the Collective Unconscious. I'm the Whispering Ghost or the Whistler sending the humming Idiot Wind in your head (Mass Psychosis) to remove the dolls and rapture out billions! '♪ And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter. If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, It's just a spring clean for the May queen. - - Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on. And it makes me wonder. Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know, The piper's calling you to join him, Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind'. Bibliography Return to Topics Brown, Norman O., APOCALYPSE AND/OR METAMORPHOSIS (1992). (with his prophetic essay on Islam) ________________, CLOSING TIME (1973). ________________, HERMES THE THIEF: THE EVOLUTION OF A MYTH (1947). (Brown was a Trickster) ________________, LIFE AGAINST DEATH (1959). ________________, LOVE’S BODY (1966). ________________, TO GREET THE RETURNING GODS (1971). Campbell, Joseph and Robinson, H., A SKELETON KEY TO FINNEGANS WAKE (1944). Connolly, Tristanne, BLAKE AND THE BODY (2002). Ferenczi, Sandor, THALASSA: A THEORY OF GENITALITY (1924)) Greenham, David, THE RESURRECTION OF THE BODY: THE WORK OF NORMAN O. BROWN (2006). Return to Topics Interesting Portrait of Norman O. Brown Greenham dust cover of Brown with a smile somewhere between impish and regal. Brown here is a narcissistic fairy decked out in a regal costume complete with self appropriated medals (compare with my legitimate White Armband Signs!) rising from his coffin (resurrection of the 'dead')! As Brown reminded, for Freud, resurrection signifies the stiffening and rising of the member. Presumably he wasn't planning instead a surprise with a literal resurrection after his death in 2002! He would have shown up again, by now! The photo is eminently fitting in view of Greenham's book title. (I commented to David Greenham that, 'I haven't read his book, because as an academic tome it's too expensive! Gotta love the dust jacket photo, costume and all! I was very unaware when I corresponded with Brown from 1973 through 1986 that Brown grew up in England. This fact changes my perspective on his work. Many aspects suddenly make sense in hindsight'. Extensive excerpts are avaible from Google Books online.) Gunn, Joshua, MODERN OCCULT RHETORIC: MASS MEDIA AND THE DRAMA OF SECRECY IN THE TWENTIETH CENTURY (2005). (I think the numerous points of contact between my book and this one is an uncanny example of the occult which Gunn is so skeptical of!) I commented to Joshua Gunn: 'I find many points of contact with your 'Modern Occult Rhetoric' and my site. I'll list in no particular order some of them: Your first four paragraphs you rightly labeled 'earth shattering' and a 'ruse'. Based on your thoughts, I put down a few tentative ideas (key in Spinoza and Deleuze on your browser search/find). Yes, 'Anti-Oedipus' is not straightforward , and I don't list it in my Bib. You distinguish occult rhetoric and occultic rhetoric, with your saying psychoanalysis is an example of the latter. I contend that my stuff is occult, not occultic. You may think I intended to employ irony and that it is occultic, but quoting my first page, 'You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.' You will see there that rhetoric is front and center. I use phrases that I call related: whistling, horse whispering, Mumbo Jumbo, the gibbering of the mad. And Joyce, who you refer to, in the 'Wake' was also all about rhetoric. The Joyce of the 'Wake' is my major focus. Mass media is your major concern as is mine. I mention the work of the Franfurt School, as you do in this area. One of my topics is the 'Stairway to Heaven' lyrics. I don't have to use backward masking or the Left Hand Path (sinister) to get at it's meaning. Speaking of the Left Hand Path, I was pleased to see the Fool on the dust jacket. I picture the same Rider-Waite Tarot card on my site and discuss it. I talk about the Fool's yapping cur with which you end the book.') Gutkind, Eric, THE BODY OF GOD: FIRST STEPS TOWARD AN ANTITHEOLOGY (1966-Horizon Press). Harrington, M., THE POLITICS AT GOD’S FUNERAL: THE SPIRITUAL CRISIS OF WESTERN CIVILIZATION (1983) Hyde, Lewis, TRICKSTER MAKES THIS WORLD (1988). Joyce, James, FINNEGANS WAKE (1939). Jung, Carl, FLYING SAUCERS: A MODERN MYTH OF THINGS SEEN IN THE SKIES (1958). King, Richard, THE PARTY OF EROS: RADICAL SOCIAL THOUGHT AND THE REALM OF FREEDOM (1972). Lachman, Gary, (aka Gary Valentine of 'Blondie'!) POLITICS AND THE OCCULT: THE LEFT, THE RIGHT AND THE RADICALLY UNSEEN (2008). Makari, George, REVOLUTION IN MIND: THE CREATION OF PSYCHOANALYSIS (2008) McHugh, Roland, ANNOTATIONS TO FINNEGANS WAKE (2006). Reich, Wilhelm, THE MURDER OF CHRIST: THE EMOTIONAL PLAGUE OF MANKIND (1966). Richter, Horst, ALL MIGHTY: A STUDY OF THE GOD COMPLEX IN WESTERN MAN (1984). Robinson, Paul A., THE FREUDIAN LEFT: WILHELM REICH, GEZA ROHEIM, HERBERT MARCUSE (1969). Roheim, Geza, ANIMISM, MAGIC AND THE DIVINE KING (1930). ____________, MAGIC AND SCHIZOPHRENIA (1955). Schuchard, Marsha Keith, WILLIAM BLAKE'S SEXUAL PATH TO SPIRITUAL VISION (2006). Shepherd, William, SYMBOLICAL CONSCIOUSNESS: A COMMENTARY ON LOVE'S BODY (1976). Sontag, Susan “The imagination of disaster.” AGAINST INTERPRETATION AND OTHER ESSAYS (1966). Steinberg, Leo, THE SEXUALITY OF CHRIST IN RENNAISSANCE ART AND MODERN OBLIVION (1983). Tausk, Victor, 'On the origin of the 'Influencing Machine' in schizophrenia' (1933). Tindall, W., A READER'S GUIDE TO FINNEGANS WAKE (1969). Vankin, Sam, MALIGNANT SELF LOVE: NARCISSISM REVISITED (2001). Verene, D., KNOWLEDGE OF THINGS HUMAN AND DIVINE: VICO'S NEW SCIENCE AND FINNEGANS WAKE (2003). Vico, G., THE NEW SCIENCE (1725). Weidner, Jay, http://www.JayWeidner.com/ You touch on innumerable topics in common with those I discuss which I also agree with, although I seem to sometimes fall on the opposite side. Let me rattle off some in no order: 1. Vedic Scriptures (although I need to look at the Puranas) 2. The 10,000 Year World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western Civilization) and the failure of its central organizing principle (and thus Obama's floundering). 3. The approaching Golden Age (the New Jerusalem) 4. The GOOD Project (Get Out of Dodge - I prefer the acronym GOD) - which is my Secret Rapture (your Giant Evacuation) for my Coming Conflagration to Cleanse/Cull the Earth when I will remove billions- also called the Ascension or Global Blackout! You refer to a Coronal Mass Ejection, but the 'Nuclear Detonation' I will shortly unleash won't be visible to the eye (it will be hyperdimensional). Ed Dames (aka "Dr. Doom") also wrongly prophesizes my 'Killshot' as due to solar flares. This is my response to Overpopulation (your Culling/Cleansing/Evacuation), where I also refer to Cameron's 'Avatar', not to mention 'Stargate Atlantis' with its 'Wraiths' (= ghosts) and its 'Ascension'. In the Golden Age, we'll appear to be native, but will be in fact becoming the highly evolved the spiritual beings you prophesy, who can access these hyperdimensions/other dimensions/the Other World. 5. The Kabbalah 6. The Aryan Master Race/White Male Supremacy (out of the ancient Vedic Caste System via mainly Blavatsky/Waddell into the Nazis). 7. Smoke and Mirrors Deception/Trickery 8. Demigods 9. The Nephilim who mated with the fair daughters (Dollfaces/Cutie pies) of men. 10. The Flood (the Conflagration that I will send again) with the new Ark for those I Evacuate. You'll find more commonalities, including my adaption of your Tetrahedral Hyperdimensional Double Cone Time Vortex. The Rapture/Ascension/Global Blackout Dolls I Abduct(Suck Up) to My Saucer! = Raptured Out by Me! Beam me up, Scotty! Return to Topics Whoosh! Snatched! The Secret Rapture '♪ Some bright morning when this life is over I'll fly away To that home on God's celestial shore I'll fly away I'll fly away oh glory I'll fly away (in the morning) When I die hallelujah by and by (die means the 'Living Dead') I'll fly away '♪ On the resurrection morning When all the dead in Christ shall rise I'll have a new body Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life What a hallelujah morning when the last trump of God shall sound I'll have a new body Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life (eternal) Graves all bursting saints all shouting Heavenly beauty all around What a hallelujah morning when the last trump of God shall sound I'll have a new body Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life (eternal) Graves all bursting saints all shouting Heavenly beauty all around I'll have a new body Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life' 'I'll Have a New Body (I'll Have a New Life)' '♪ Something so strong Could carry us away Something so strong Could carry us today ' (Crowded House) The Real Secret Rapture! Return to Topics What Would Jesus Do? 'Halo' Unconsciously = Light = Bathed in Slime! Human Cannonball Seed To The Future (Me) Shot From Phallic Gun at the Circus Finale (The End of the World) This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported License. Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0-United States License.
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